A dreary December night while napping I heard a tapping on my chamber door in sorrow of Lenore I said "Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door- This it is, and nothing more.
The tapping became louder and as i opened up the door all there was,was darkness nothing more.Deep into the darkness i peered and i stood fearing and wondering.then the silence gave in with one word"Lenore".then i hear a tapping from some where else
"Surely,"I said "surely that is something at my window lattice: Let me see,then,what thereat is,and this mystery explore-Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-'Tis the wind and nothing more."
I opened the shutter then a crow stepped in with a smile.I said,"Art sure no craven,Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore-Tell me what thy loudly name is on the Night's Pultonian shore!" Qouth the raven "Nevermore."
The raven sitting there did not speak but only that one word,as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core."Prophet,"I said ,"thing of evil-prophet still, if bird or devil!" And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting on my chamber door, And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor.Shall be lifted-nevermore