![]() ![]() The narrator is puzzled by the response, but the raven remains silent until the narrator predicts aloud that it will leave him tomorrow, just like the rest of his friends. The narrator is amused by its grave appearance and asks for its names. However, when he opens the window, a raven flies in and lands “on a bust of Pallas” above his door. When he returns to his room, he hears a tapping again and assumes it was the wind outside his window. ![]() When he opens the door, however, all he sees and hears is the word “Lenore,” which is an echo of his own words. The rustling curtains startle him, but he realises it must be a late visitor, so he goes to the door and apologises for being late because he had been napping. He’s looking forward to tomorrow because he can’t seem to get over the death of Lenore, a woman he truly loved. He tells himself that it’s just a passing stranger. ![]() One bleak December night, the unnamed narrator is tiredly reading an old book when he hears a tapping at the door to his room. ![]()
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