<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Despair on Poem of the Day</title><link>https://poemofday.com/tags/despair/</link><description>Recent content in Despair on Poem of the Day</description><generator>Hugo -- gohugo.io</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 22 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://poemofday.com/tags/despair/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Raven</title><link>https://poemofday.com/p/the-raven/</link><pubDate>Sun, 22 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://poemofday.com/p/the-raven/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Once upon a midnight dreary, as I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, napping suddenly, there came a tapping gently, rapping,
&amp;ldquo;A visitor,&amp;rdquo; I muttered, &amp;ldquo;tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each dying, glowing ember cast its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the radiant girl whom the angels named Lenore—
Nameless here forevermore.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of the purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
&amp;ldquo;Sir or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently came your rapping,
And so faint the tapping, tapping, tapping at my chamber door—
That I scarce was sure I heard you&amp;rdquo;—here I opened wide the door;—
Darkness there and nothing more.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>