Bio: 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----Edgar Allan Poe
