He had a little knapsack at his back," said the Raven.
It is said he spoke as well as I speak when I talk Raven language; this I learned from my tame sweetheart.
The evening was closing in when the Raven returned.
And they went into the garden in the large avenue, where one leaf was falling after the other; and when the lights in the palace had all gradually disappeared, the Raven led little Gerda to the back door, which stood half open.
A single lamp was burning there; and on the floor stood the tame Raven, turning her head on every side and looking at Gerda, who bowed as her grandmother had taught her to do.
My intended has told me so much good of you, my dear young lady," said the tame Raven.
That's not worth talking about," said the Raven of the woods.
The Raven of the woods, who was now married, accompanied her for the first three miles.
cried Prince and Princess; and Gerda wept, and the Raven wept.
Then little Gerda cried, and told her her whole history, and all that the Ravens had done for her.
They praised the Ravens very much, and told them they were not at all angry with them, but they were not to do so again.
And both the Ravens nodded, and begged for a fixed appointment; for they thought of their old age, and said, "It is a good thing to have a provision for our old days.
But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -- What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted -- nevermore!
And the Raven
, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadows on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted--nevermore!