But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust, and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking, Nevermore.