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# Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
(, Thu 3 May 2012, 19:55, archived)
# *tabourines*
(, Thu 3 May 2012, 19:56, archived)
# Poe Lols
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
(, Thu 3 May 2012, 19:57, archived)
# etc etc
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

(, Thu 3 May 2012, 20:00, archived)
# This is the only poem I have committed to memory
...Not very helpful in romantic situations..... trufax
(, Thu 3 May 2012, 20:02, archived)
# I got halfway through memorising it, then thought "what's the point?"
(, Thu 3 May 2012, 20:03, archived)
# The end's the best bit anyway ;)
(, Thu 3 May 2012, 20:07, archived)
# Annabel Lee on the other hand...
(, Thu 3 May 2012, 20:29, archived)