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." The Raven, Edgar Allan Poe, 1845. |