For my own part, I have never had a thought which I could not set down in words, with even more distinctness than that with which I conceived it... ...in words... The clock struck midnight And through my sleeping I heard a tapping at my door I looked, but nothing Lay in the darkness And so I turned inside once more To my amazement There stood a Raven Whose shadow hung above my door The through the silence It spoke the one word That I shall hear for evermore... Quoth the Raven, Nevermore Thus quoth the Raven, Nevermore Nevermore... ...in words... And still the Raven Remains in my room No matter how much I implore No words can soothe him No prayer remove him And I must hear for evermore... Quoth the Raven, Nevermore Thus quoth the Raven, Nevermore Nevermore...