And the raven, never flittinq, still is sittinq, still is sittinq On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door: And his eyes have all the seeminq of a demon‘s that is dreaminq, And the lamp-light o‘er him streaminq throws his shadow on the floor And my soul from out that shadow that lies floatinq on the floor Shall be lifted - nevermorel