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| Stanza 16 |
| "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil- prophet still, if bird or devil!- By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore- Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom angels name Lenore- Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom angels name Lenore." Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." |
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| Description |
| Here, the speaker is troubled about Lenore, existing in a distant, eternal Aidenn, or Paradise. To this, as always, the Raven answers back the now monotonous word, "Nevermore." |