Raven

And the raven still is sitting

Just above my chamber door

And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon

That is dreaming, nevermore

And the lamp-light o'er him streaming

Throws his shadow on the floor

And my soul from out that shadow

Shall be lifted, nevermore!

And the raven still is sitting

Just above my chamber door

And my soul from out that shadow

Shall be lifted, nevermore!