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The clock struck midnight |
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And through my sleeping |
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I heard a tapping at my door |
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I looked but nothing lay in the darkness |
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And so I turned inside once more |
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To my amazement |
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There stood a raven |
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Whose shadow hung above my door |
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Then through the silence |
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It spoke the one word |
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That I shall hear for evermore |
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Nevermore |
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Thus quoth the raven, nevermore |
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And still the raven remains in my room |
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No matter how much I implore |
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No words can soothe him |
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No prayer remove him |
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And I must hear for evermore |
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Quoth the raven, nevermore |
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Nevermore |
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Thus quoth the raven, nevermore |
