The raven spoken only one word, that word was "Nevermore"
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,”Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store,Caught from some unhappy master, whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster, till his songs one burden bore, —Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden boreOf “Never—nevermore.”
On this home by horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore:Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me I implore!”Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
Leave my loneliness unbroken! — quit the window of my chamber!Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.”
“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—”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!
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sittingOn the chamber's window;And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming.
And the lamplight o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floorShall be lifted—nevermore!
The End.
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