While napping in my chamber,there suddenly came a tapping, a rapping a tapping, I remember faintly that it was bleak December and quite dreary.
There is a raven perched above my chamber door
Vainly I remember the sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore. For the rare and radiant maiden.
And now the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain thrilled me, filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before.
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door perched, and sat a raven, nothing more.
But the raven, sitting lonely on placid bust, spoke only that one word, as if his soul in that one word he did out pour.
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door. And his eyes have all the seeming of a demons that is dreaming, and the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor, and my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor shall be lifted.