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the rave in By Edgar Allan Poe. 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 someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. Tis some visitor, I muttered, tapping at my chamber door on Lee. 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, the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore. Nameless here forevermore and the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain thrilled me, filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before, so that now to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating to simplicity entreating entrance at my chamber door. Suddenly visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door. This it is and nothing more Presently my soul grew stronger, has attaining, then no longer, sir said I or madam truly heal forgiveness, I implore. But the fact is, I was napping and so gently you came rapping and so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door that I scarce. What should I heard you here I opened wide the door darkness there and nothing more. Deep into that darkness, peering long, I stood there wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams. No mortal ever dared to dream before. But that stillness was unbroken and the stillness gave no token. And the only word they're spoken was the whispered word. Holler this, I whispered in an echo, murmured back the word Lenore. Merely this and nothing more back into the chamber turning Oh, my soul within me Burning soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before Surely said I surely that is something at my window. Lattice, let me see then what thereat is and this mystery explore. Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore it is the wind Had nothing more open here. I flung the shutter win with many a flirt and flutter in there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he not a minute stopped or staying he but with mien of Lord or lady, perched above my chamber door, perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door, perched and sat and nothing Maur Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling by the grave and stern decorum of the continents of war. Though thy crest be shorn in shaving. Thou, I said, aren't sure know Craven, ghastly, grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly Show her Tell me what thy lordly name is on the nights blue Tony inshore Quoth the raven nevermore.