Answer: Stanza 2.
Then, methought, the alr grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch." I cried, "thy God hath lent thee-by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite-respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenorel
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenorel"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
Step-by-step explanation:
It is like he is begging God to take away his hurt and pain - or let him die so he does not have to miss her any longer