"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary," I heard a knock, a tapping at my chamber door. "Tis some visitor" I said " and nothing more." They kept rapping, tapping at my chamber door, as I read many a quaint and curious volume.
The knocking grew louder. Then I remembered Lenore. As the knocking continued, I said, "Sir or madam, truly your forgiveness, I was resting, so you see, then you came so gently, rapping, tapping at my chamber door."
What has become of Lenore?
Deep in that darkness I peered, until I heard the tapping somewhere else, coming from my window now. I thought to myself, "It's just the wind, nothing more."
I heard the noise behind me, at my window yet again. As I turned around, I saw a raven. I walked over to it curiously.
I asked if Lenore was safe, I asked, "Where is she? She can't be gone!" Quoth the raven, "Never more!" I went about this for longer than it seemed. I was scared that the raven would leave me unknowing of what had happened to my Lenore.
After the strange creature left, I embraced the fact that Lenore was gone.