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 Ah, 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