Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
āThough thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,ā I said, āart sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shoreā
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Nightās Plutonian shore!ā
Quoth the Raven āNevermore.ā