It starts at midnight in bleak December where an old man sits reading nearly sleeping
1b) Nevermore 2b) Nevermore
Then the old man sits lonely and sad about his diseased maiden.
The bird enters through the window and begins conversation with the old man
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted- nevermore
After asking if he will see Lenore again and the bird replies nevermore, the narrator becomes very angry
1a)... Will I ever see my radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore once more?" 2a) "... Leave my loneliness unbroken- quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
The raven still is sitting on the pallid bust of pallas just above my chamber door
The old man concludes that his soul shall be lifted and realizes the bird won't be leaving any time soon