Dok ja stajah još zatečen na odgovor spremno rečen,
“Nema sumnje,” rekoh, “ta je rič tek trica, ništa više
Od nesrećnog gazde čuta, kojega je sudba kruta
Pratila duž zloga puta, dok mu sve se pesme sliše
U tužaljke puste nade, pod teretom što se zbiše,
Od ‘nikada-nikad više'”.
(nastaviće se)
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore–
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of ‘Never–nevermore.'”