"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! -prophet still, if bird or devil! - 
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, 
Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted- 
On this home by Horror haunted-tell me truly, I implore- 
Is there-is there balm in Gilead?-tell me-tell me, I implore!" 
Quoth the raven, Nevermore.  

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! -prophet still, if bird or devil! 
By that Heaven that bends above us-by that God we both adore- 
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, 
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore- 
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore. 
Quoth the raven, Nevermore. 

"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting- 
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's plutonian shore! 
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! 
Leave my loneliness unbroken! -quit the bust above my door! 
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door! " 
Quoth the raven, Nevermore.  


And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting 
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; 
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming, 
And the lamp-light o' er him streaming throve his shadow on the floor; 
And my soul from out chat shadow that lies floating on the floor 
Shall be lifted-nevermore.