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...