Tis some visitor, muttering, tapping at my chamber door. Only this and nothing more.
Quoth the RavenNevermore
Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door This it is and nothing more.
Sir, 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.
Tis some visitor entreating entrance my Door
Tis at my door?Lenore, Lenore
leave my loneliness unbroken!-quit the bust above my door!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken
"Nevermore"
Take the beak from my heart and take thy form from off my door!"