Not the real thing, but edited to show the parts of it.
Tap, tap, tap, tap
Tap, tap, tap, tap
In his chamber; midnight; dreary; in his chair reading; bleak December; nearly napping;
(before the bird arrives); Tapping at his chamber door; mourning for Lenore; tapping at his window lattice;
"Prophet! thing of evil!-prophet still, if bird or devil!- whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted- on this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore!"
The raven swoops through the window and perches on top of the chamber door; only says nevermore; the man asking questions to the bird, but replies "nevermore"; (ONLY one bird, but I am trying to make it look like it flew into the room)
Talking to the bird and asking if he would see Lenore again; the bird replies nevermore
"Wretch, thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he hath sent thee Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
The man gets angry at the bird; starts to yell at the bird with harsh-like words; bird replies nevermore;
"Prophet! 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 radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore"
"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend, 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 chamber door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my chamber door!"
The man gives up; the raven still sits, never flitting, on top of the chamber door