[verse] Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door [Pre-Chorus] [whisper] "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door" Only this and nothing more [chorus][haunting] Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door Perched, and sat, and nothing more [bridge] [eerie] Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!" Quoth the Raven "Nevermore" [chorus] [somber] 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 [outro] [melancholic] Nevermore, nevermore, shadows on the floor Nevermore, nevermore, soul will lift no more [Final Verse][whispered] Nevermore... nevermore...
