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Once upon a midnight dreary as 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 someone 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 separate 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 that rare and radient maiden whom the angels named Lenore
Nameless here--forevermore

And the silky sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Filled me--thrilled me!--with fantastic terrors never felt before
So that now, to still the beating of my heart I stood repeating