Tis some visitor, tapping at my chamber door, only this and nothing more.
Knock, Knock, Knock, Knock, Knock.
Sir or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, that I scarce was sure I heard you.
Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou, art sure no craven, ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the nightly shore, tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore.
The Narrator is sitting down all alone on his chair in his dark house, until he hears a knock.
The narrator goes to his door and opens it and sees that no one is near.
Thy god hath lent thee, by these angles he hath sent thee respite.
This time when the narrator opens the door again, a black raven comes barging into his home. The narrator then starts to complain about the raven.
Get thee back into tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! leave my loneliness unbroken! Quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from my heart, and take thy form from my door.
The narrator then starts talking to the raven asking where it came from and what it wants, but the raven keeps on saying "Nevermore" to the narrator.
The narrator then starts to think that the raven knows something about his dead wife, Lenore.
The narrator is completely upset and still talks to the raven, but the raven keeps saying "Nevermore" and stays sitting on the chamber door.