Once upon a midnight dreary while I pondered weak and weary Over many quaint curious volume of forgotten lore While nodded nearly napping suddenly there came tapping As some one gently rapping rapping at my chamber door. “ “'Tis visitor” muttered “tapping door— Only this nothing more.” Ah distinctly remember it was in the bleak December And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost floor. Eagerly wished morrow—vainly had sought to borrow From books surcease sorrow—sorrow for lost Lenore— For rare radiant maiden whom angels name Nameless here evermore.