Long ago the raven’s feathers were white as snow. He was a beautiful bird, but the other birds did not like him because he was a thief. When they saw him coming, they would hide away what they cared for most, but he always seemed to find a way to take them and hide them away in his nest in the pine tree.“Come and help me! My nest is on fire!” The other birds weren't sorry for him. “He is a thief, let him be in the fire.” He was not burned, but his white feathers were stained black as night. Crows Ravens, Art Crows, Little Birds, Dark, Murder Mysteries, Image, Blackbird, Black Birds, Beautiful Birds
Poe, The Raven, ".....for that rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore.... nameless here forevermore.
The Raven | 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! POe