“And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor, Shall be lifted -- Nevermore!”
“And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor:And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore!”
“A heavy burden lifted from my soul,I heard that love was out of my control.”
“Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.”
“Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!Let the bell toll!-a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river;And, Guy de Vere, hast thou no tear?-weep now or nevermore!”
“Say 'Nevermore,'" said Shadow."Fuck You," said the Raven.”