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Stanza 7:

  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 a minute stopped or stayed he;

  But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-

  Perched upon a bust of pallas just above my chamber door-

  Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Paraphrased Stanza 7:

  At this point, I flung open the shutter, and with a lot of motion,

  A grand raven stepped inside, like something from an old tale;

  He didn't show the slightest bit of respect; he didn't pause at all;

  But with the bearing of a lord or a lady, he perched above the door-

  Perched uopn a bust of Pallas just above my door-

  Perched, sat, and did nothing more.

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