Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; that it is, and nothing more
Here I opened wide the door; Darkness there and nothing more
tell me thy lordly name is on the nights plutonian shore!
leave my loneliness unbroken!-quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, take thy form from off my door
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting on the pallid bust of pallas just above my chamber door; and his eyes have all seeming of a demons that is dreaming, and the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow that lies floating on the floor shall be lifted-Nevermore