“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’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted – nevermore!”
I love Edgar Allan Poeand “The Raven” is a favorite of mine. As the poem happens in a “bleak December”, it always puts me in a wintry mood.
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