...Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
by the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
<<Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou>> I said <<art sure no craven,
ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering on the nightly shore -
tell me what thy lordly name is on the night's plutonian shore!>>
Quoth the Raven <<Nevermore>>.