Nevermore

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 my soul from out the shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted
Distinctly I remember
It was in a bleak december
I was nodding, nearly napping
When there was a rapping at my chamber door

Deep into the darkness peering
I stood there, door opened, fearing
Hesitating then no longer
"Sir" said I "or madame, truly I implore"
Darkness there and nothing more
Just the wind cried "lenore"
Then there was a stately raven
Stepping in nohow craven

Perched on a bust sat the raven of yore
Croaking the word he said: "nevermore"
Asked for his name on the plutonian shore
Croaking again he quoth: "nevermore"
And the bird sitting lonely
On the placid bust spoke only
That one word and nothing more
While dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor

Darkness there and nothing more
Just the wind cried "lenore"
Take the beak from out my heart
Tear the shades of grief apart
Perched on a bust sat the raven of yore
Croaking the word when he said: "nevermore"
Asked for his name on the plutonian shore
Croaking again he quoth: "nevermore"

Darkness there and nothing more
While my heart sighed "lenore"
Eagerly I wished the morrow
To release me from my sorrow
Perched on a bust sat the raven of yore
Croaking the word he said: "nevermore"
Asked for his name on the plutonian shore
Croaking again he quoth: "nevermore"

The raven the rave the raven of yore
Croaking the word he said: "nevermore"
Plutonian plutonian plutonian shore
Croaking again he said: "nevermore"