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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. "'T is some visitor," I muttered,
"Tapping at my chamber door —
Only this and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember
Wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Whom the angels name Lenore —
And the silken, sad uncertain
Entrance at my chamber door;
This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul
grew stronger; Hesitating then
no longer, Sir," said I,
"or Madam, truly
I was napping.
you came tapping, Tapping at my
I heard you "—
wide the door:
Deep into that darkness peering,
Long I stood there, wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals
Was the whispered word, "Lenore?" This I whispered, and an echo
Murmured back the word, "Lenore!"