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 shadows on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted--nevermore!
I personally really like the darkness of the imagery in the poem, the sense
of hopelessness that pervades the author's point of view, and find it interesting
that he is punished for his despair. What do you think?