The Raven Nevermore Profit

"The raven sitting lonely on that classic bust spoke only that one word as if it's soul in that one word he did out poor nothing farther than he uttered not a feather than he fluttered till I scarcely more than he had. But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling straight I wheeled a cushion seat in front of bird and bust and door," writes poet John Donne. "I betook myself to linking fancy unto fancy thinking what this ominous bird of your what this grim ungainly ghastly gaunt and ominousbird of your meant."

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