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| Stanza 7 |
| Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore; Not the least obeisance made he, not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door- Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door- Perched, and sat, and nothing more. |
| Key: bold: alliteration itallics: internal rhyme underlined: rhyme |
| This is a very hard stanza. What happens in it is that after opening the shutter, the speaker sees a Raven flutteringaround. The Raven then, with manner of a lord or lady, sits above his chamber door. It perches on a statue right on top of the speaker's door. Like the speaker says, "Perched, and sat, and nothing more." |
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