But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if its soul in that one word he did outpour
Nothing farther 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.»
Gif: Isaí Moreno.