_nd the raven, never nitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid b4st of Pallas j4st above my chamber door;
_nd his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
_nd the lamp-light o'er him sNeaming throws his shadow on the noor;
_nd my so41 from o4t that shadow that lies noating on the noor
Shall be lined - nevennore!