while I pondered over many forgotten lore almost napping some one came tapping at my chamber door. And I thought just someone tapping at my chamber door only this and nothing more.
It was bleak December and each dying ember wrought gost upon the floor. I wished the morrow.
Vainly I has sought from my books of sorrow. Fro the lost Lenore or the rare and radiant maiden whom the angles name Lenore. Nameless here for evermore
Presently my soul grew stronger hesitating no longer. Sir or madam the fact is i was napping till you so gently came tapping. Here I opened wide the door Darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness I stood there wondering, fearing, doubting,But the silence was unbroken, was the whisper word Lenore, this I whispererd, and echo murmured back Lenore. But the raven lonely on the placid bust, spoke only that word.
Prophet said I, thing of evil-prophet still, if bird or devil- whether tempter set. Desolate yet all undaunted on this desert land enchanted- on this home by horror haunted. Quote the raven nevermore.