"While I nodded , nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping , rapping at my chamber. " Tis some visitor , I muttered tapping at my chamber door. Only this , and nothing more.
"Sir" said I " Madam" truly your forgiveness I implore. But that 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 , hear I opened wide the door.Darkness there and nothing more. "
Tell me what thy lordly name is!
But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered- Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before- On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.
Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting- "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!
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 Shall be lifted- nevermore!