Then this ebony bird beguiling my fancy into smiling,
by the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
'Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou', I said 'art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the nightly shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
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