ACROSS the dripping ridges, 
 O, look, luxurious night! 
 She comes, the bright-haired beauty, 
 My luminous delight! 
 My luminous delight! 
 So hush, ye shores, your roar, 
That my soul may sleep, forgetting 
 Dead Love?s wild Nevermore! 
 Astarte, Syrian sister, 
 Your face is wet with tears; 
 I think you know the secret 
 One heart hath held for years! 
 One heart hath held for years! 
 But hide your hapless love, 
And my sweet?my Syrian sister, 
 Dead Love?s wild Nevermore! 

 Ah, Helen Hope in heaven, 
 My queen of long ago, 
 I?ve swooned with adoration, 
 But could not tell you so, 
 Or dared not tell you so, 
 My radiant queen of yore! 
And you?ve passed away and left me 
 Dead Love?s wild Nevermore! 

 Astarte knoweth, darling, 
 Of eyes that once did weep, 
 What time entranced Passion 
 Hath kissed your lips in sleep; 
 Hath kissed your lips in sleep; 
 But now those tears are o?er, 
Gone, my saint, with many a moan to 
 Dead Love?s wild Nevermore! 

 If I am past all crying, 
 What thoughts are maddening me, 
 Of you, my darling, dying 
 Upon the lone, wide sea, 
 Upon the lone, wide sea, 
 Ah! hush, ye shores, your roar, 
That my soul may sleep, forgetting 
 Dead Love?s wild Nevermore!