And the raven, never fli'tti'ng, sti'll i's si'tti'ng, sti'll i's si'tti'ng
On the palli'd bust of Pallas just above my chamber door,-
And hi's eyes have all the seemi'ng of a demon's that i's dreami'ng,
And the lamp-li'ght o'er hi'm streami'ng throws hi's shadow on the floor,-
And my soul from out that shadow that li'es floati'ng on the floor
Shall be li'fted - nevermore!