But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only that one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered — Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown
before — On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.” Then the bird said “Nevermore.”
– Edgar Allen Poe, “The Raven”