The Raven
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.'