Edgar Allen Poe, The Riverside song book — The Raven (1893)
“ And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting — still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas, just a- | bove my chamber | door: || And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming. And the lamplight 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 — never | more." ”
