Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad 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! 
            Quoth the Raven  Nevermore. 