Then into the chamber turning,

All my soul within me burning, Soon I heard again a tapping

Something louder than before. "Surely," said I, “surely that is Something at my window lattice;

Let me see, then, what thereat is,

And this mystery explore — Let my heart be still a moment And this mystery explore; —

'T is the wind and nothing more.”

Open here I flung the shutter,

When, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven

Of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he;
Not an instant stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady.