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....
Distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each seperate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow...
Vainly I had sought to borrow...
From my books surcease of sorrow....
 Sorrow for the lost Lenore-...
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-...
Nameless here for evermore...