YuriDl: And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
YuriDl: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
YuriDl: Shall be lifted - nevermore!
YuriDl: And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor
YuriDl: And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming
YuriDl: On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
YuriDl: Kely, em O Corvo. 77/366