One dark night, a poet was thinking about his dead love--Lenore.

Suddenly, he heard a tapping on his door. He wonders who the late comer is.

But when he opened the door, nothing is there. But he heard a voice said"

Lenore." But there is no one there. He heard a tapping again. He saw a raven

that sat on the head of a statue over the door. He asked for its name but it said