The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe
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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. It is some of his, uh, 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 the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore. Nameless here forever more 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 some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door. This 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 so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door that I scarce was sure I heard you here. I opened wide the door darkness there nothing more. Deep into that darkness, peering long I stood there wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams No mortal ever dared to dream before.