The Raven (short-story)

I remember it very well. It was a very sad December for me. I just lost Lenore, my wife. In a dark night, I went to sleep, crying for this lost. I was nearly sleeping when I heard someone clapping at my chamber door. I tough: It must be a late visitor. I was tired, so it took some time for me to get up and open the door. When I did it, there was no one. Only dark, and nothing more.
Suddenly, I heard a sound. "It's something with the window, for sure". When I opened it, I saw a raven enter in my bedroom. This elegant bird perched at my Palas' bust. I was so solitary after lost Lenore that I decided to talk with the raven. I asked him what was his name, and for my surprise, the raven answered:
-Nevermore!
Which man had the chance to talk with a talking bird, I asked myself. I started to talk with him, but everything that the raven said was "Nevermore!". I was starting to get scared of him. I asked:

-"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!"
            The raven answered: "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
            The raven answered: "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting—
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
            The raven answered: "Nevermore."

The bird stayed perched at my Palas' bust, like a devil who is thinking. From my bed, I could saw his shadow, those funeral lines, floating on the ground. My soul was crying. She wouldn't be lifted... Nevermore!