Outpour

"Go then", cries Pyrrhus, "with thy tale of woe / to dead Pelides, and thy plaints outpour. / To him, my father, in the shades below, / these deeds of his degenerate son deplore."

But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only that one word, as if its soul in that one word he did outpour.

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only / That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.

I unsealed the vial mystical, / I outpoured the liquid thing, / And while the smoke came wreathing out, / I stood unshuddering.