Narrator is hearing is tapping and rapping at his door.
Tis some visitor, tapping at my chamber door.
Narrator goes to see who is tapping at his chamber door and finds nothing.
Sir or Madam truly your forgiveness I implore: but the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, and so faintly came tapping, tapping at my chamber door. That I scarce was sure I heard you.
The narrator was sure something was at his window lattice but it's nothing but wind.
Surely, that is something at my window lattice; Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore. Tis the wind and nothing more!
A raven flies into the window sitting perched on top of the narrator's chamber door.
Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, art such 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 calling the raven evil as he asks him questions dealing with bible verses and go.
Prophet! Thing of evil! Prophet still, if bird or devil Whether Tempter sent or tossed! Tell me truly- I impore! Is there balm in Gilead? Tell me I implore!
The narrator tells the bird to leave and get off his chamber door but the bird doesn't budge.
Get thee 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 form from off my door