Once upon a midnight dreary, while
I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious
volume of forgotten lore -
While I nodded, nearly napping,
suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping -
rapping at my chamber door.
“‘Tis some visitor,” I muttered,
“tapping at my chamber door -
Only this and nothing more.”
“
| — | Edgar Alan Poe - The Raven |
