“Why hast this wind come?” I cried,
A pain hastening to my side
As the wind rushed inside, while at war
With my soul, while it was fighting
The deepest reaches lighting
That wind, against me, fighting to reach my darkest core.

“Be this your flight of parting,
Wind or fiend!” I cried, upstarting.
“Get thee back into the night! Get thee back to Hell’s shore!”
“Leave me to sleep, to rest at last.”
“Let me, let me, I implore.”
Quoth the night-wind: “Nevermore.”