The Raven...By Edgar Allan Poe, Photography by Me
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore..
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore"
That one word, as if his soul in that one word did he out pour...
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!-prophet still if bird or devil!"..
Leave my loneliness unbroken,...
Take thy beak from out my heart and take thy form from off my door!"
Quote the Raven, "Nevermore!"
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;