The Raven

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, week 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.”

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.