“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.”