Here's the final stanza:
> 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 lamplight 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!
This stanza emphasizes the permanence of the raven's presence and its haunting, unchanging message. The speaker is trapped in a cycle of despair, unable to escape the shadow of his grief. The raven, symbol of the speaker's torment, remains forever, a constant reminder of his loss and the inevitability of his sorrow.