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
As the old man is reading something is tapping at his chamber door. He thinks it is only that and nothing more.
Right now, the character is thinking of Lenore and how she is gone. He misses her. The character is full of sorrow as he thinks of her.
As the curtains are rustling, someone is knocking on his chamber door, so he tells them he was napping and that he was sorry he didn't answer the door.
He is talking to the bird. He asked if he would ever see Lenore again.
"prophet!" said I, "thing of evil-prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us-by that God we both adore-Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore- Clasp a rare and radien maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
He started yelling at the raven after it said he would not see Lenore again. He also told it to leave him alone.
"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting- "Get back into the 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 out my heart, and take thy from off my door!"
After he told the Raven to leave the top of his chamber door it stayed were it was. It sat there staring at him with eyes of a demon.
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 lamplight O'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted- nevermore!