Unknown said…
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'
Anonymous said…
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'
Unknown said…
Unknown said…
"And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, STILL is sitting, on that palid bust of Pallus just above my chamber door. And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming, and the lamp light o'er him streaming casts his shadow on the floor."

Edgar Allen Poe

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