While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart
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 demon’s that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor