!!But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if her soul in that one word she did outpour.
Nothing farther then she uttered—not a feather then she fluttered—
Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—
On the morrow she will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”
Then the bird said “Nevermore.”!!