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.''