"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!"
Quoth the Raven, "Now, give me that banana."