Dec 12, 2024
!!But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if her soul in that one word she did outpour.
Nothing farther then she uttered—not a feather then she fluttered—
Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—
On the morrow she will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”
Then the bird said “Nevermore.”!!