Once upon a midnight dreary
While I pondered weak and weary
On volumes of forgotten lore
While I nodded, nearly napping
Suddenly there came a tapping
Someone rapping at my chamber door
This some visitor, I muttered, tapping at my chamber door
Only this and nothing more

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many flutter
A stately raven of yore
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he
Perched above my chamber door

Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend! I shrieked, upstarting
Get back to the plutonian shore
Leave no black plume as a token, as that lie thy soul hath spoken!
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

Nevermore
Nevermore

And raven never flitting, still is sitting
Still is sitting on the bust of pallas above my door
And his eyes have all the seeming
Of a demon that is dreaming and the lamplight oer him streaming on the floor

And my soul from out the shadow
That lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted nevermore

Nevermore
Nevermore
Nevermore