The Raven
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once upon a midnight dreary while I pondered weak and weary over many a quaint and curious volume of Forgot more while I nodded nearly napping. Suddenly there came a tapping, as of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. Twosome. Visitor, I muttered, tapping at my chamber door. Only this and nothing more. Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December in 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. So for the Lost Lenore, for the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore, nameless here forever more in 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. Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, some late visitor in treating 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 think that you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door that I scarce was sure I heard you here. I opened wide the door, darkness there and nothing more. Deep into the darkness, peering long, I stood there wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams. No mortal ever dared to dream before. But this silence was unbroken in the stillness. Gave no token. In the only word they're spoken was the whispered where, but no more. Then I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word nor!