> ….
> “Be that word our sign of parting, mare or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—
> “Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
> Leave no black strand as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
> Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
> Take thy horn from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
> Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
> —
> And the Moonlight Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
> On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
> And her eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
> And the lamp-light o’er her streaming throws her shadow on the floor;
> And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
> Shall be lifted—
> Nevermore