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