Communicate

And the raven still is sitting
Just above my chamber door
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon
That is dreaming, nevermore
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming
Throws his shadow on the floor
And my soul from out that shadow
Shall be lifted, nevermore!

And the raven still is sitting
Just above my chamber door
And my soul from out that shadow
Shall be lifted, nevermore!