The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe
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Once upon a midnight dreary while I pondered, weak and weary over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten war. While I nodded, nearly napping. Suddenly there came a tapping as if 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 rot, its ghost upon the floor eagerly. I wish to morrow vainly. I have sought to borrow. But my books are cease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore, for the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore nameless here for Evermore. And the soak and 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 tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door that it is and nothing more presently, my soul grew stronger. Hesitating. Then no longer sir, said I or madam, truly your forgiveness. I implore but the fact is I was napping and so gently you came rapping and I'm so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door that I scarce was sure I heard you here. I opened wide the door, do us there and nothing more deep into that darkness. Peering long. I stood there wandering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams. No mortal ever dared to dream before, but the silence was unbroken and the stillness gave no token. And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, Le Na, this I whispered and an echo murmured back. The word that all merely this and nothing more.