[00:01.000]Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter[00:06.000]In there stepped a stately raven, of the saintly days of yore[00:14.000]Not the least obeisance made he, not a minute stopped or stayed he[00:18.000]But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door[00:23.000]Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door[00:29.000]Perched, and sat, and nothing more[00:33.000]...[00:35.000]"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! -prophet still, if bird or devil![00:41.000]By that Heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore[00:45.000]Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn[00:49.000]It shall clasp a sainted maiden, whom the angels named Lenore[00:54.000]Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore?"[01:00.000]Quoth the raven, "Nevermore. "[01:05.000]...[01:06.000]"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked upstarting[01:10.000]"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's plutonian shore![01:14.000]Leave no black plume as a token, of that lie thy soul hath spoken![01:19.000]Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door![01:24.000]Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door! "[01:30.000]Quoth the raven, "Nevermore. "[01:35.000]...[01:37.000]And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting[01:44.000]On the pallid bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door[01:49.000]And his eyes have all the seeming, of a demon's that is dreaming[01:55.000]And the lamp-light o' er him streaming, throws his shadow on the floor[02:02.000]And my soul from out chat shadow, that lies floating on the floor[02:10.000]Shall be lifted...nevermore!