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.  Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door  Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as Nevermore. , heibaidiao, silhouette, light and shadow,