Nevermore

And the raven never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming

And my soul from out the shadow that lies floating on the floor

Shall be lifted

Distinctly I remember

It was in a bleak december

I was nodding, nearly napping

When there was a rapping at my chamber door

Deep into the darkness peering

I stood there, door opened, fearing

Hesitating then no longer

"Sir" said I "or madame, truly I implore"

Darkness there and nothing more

Just the wind cried "lenore"

Then there was a stately raven

Stepping in nohow craven

Perched on a bust sat the raven of yore

Croaking the word he said: "nevermore"

Asked for his name on the plutonian shore

Croaking again he quoth: "nevermore"

And the bird sitting lonely

On the placid bust spoke only

That one word and nothing more

While dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor

Darkness there and nothing more

Just the wind cried "lenore"

Take the beak from out my heart

Tear the shades of grief apart

Perched on a bust sat the raven of yore

Croaking the word when he said: "nevermore"

Asked for his name on the plutonian shore

Croaking again he quoth: "nevermore"

Darkness there and nothing more

While my heart sighed "lenore"

Eagerly I wished the morrow

To release me from my sorrow

Perched on a bust sat the raven of yore

Croaking the word he said: "nevermore"

Asked for his name on the plutonian shore

Croaking again he quoth: "nevermore"

The raven the rave the raven of yore

Croaking the word he said: "nevermore"

Plutonian plutonian plutonian shore

Croaking again he said: "nevermore"