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 over 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!
—— Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven