“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I
Shrieked, up starting--
“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!”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”
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!
E.A. Poe - The Raven
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