...Raven," and came running into the living room to read it aloud to me. The final stanza is: "And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is...dreaming, And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: What Should a Poem Be Like? And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating...

...beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still 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...

...door. "Tis some visitor, 'I muttered, "faffing at my chamber door Only this and nothing more. " And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still 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...

...got of people intoning 'nevermore, nevermore' at me." He stroked her breast gently, and said: And the raven, never flitting still is sitting, still is sitting...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...

...never want to see me again. I ain't easy to get rid of." Viviane stared, and nodded at last. " 'And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is...on the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door.' We read that in school." Nevermore bobbed his head. "Pretty, ain't it?" "I hadn't thought of...