The Raven

by Edgar Allan Poe

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!

At the end of the poem, the raven...

disappears like a demon into the floor.

flies out of the window.

flies across the room and rests on a lamp.

remains where it was sitting in the speaker's room.

1 answer

At the end of the poem, the raven remains where it was sitting in the speaker's room.