But the raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only that one word, as if his soul in That one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered; Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before; On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before. Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
Edgar Alen Poe
Raven image by James Spence.