And the raven, never ni_ing, still is si_ing, still is si_ing On the pallid bust ofPallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming ofa demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him s_eaming tl_ows his shadow on the noor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies noating on the noor Shall be liRed - nevermore!