"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! Prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us
By that God we both adore-
Tell this soul with sorrow laden
If, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden.
Whom the angels name Lenore
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden
Whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."