The Raven

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"

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only

That one word, as if his soul in that one word did he out pour...

To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core

"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 the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting...

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!