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 if some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals 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 "Lenore!"
Startled at the Stillness Broken by reply so aptly spoken "doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and stoe, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Diaster Followed fast and followed faster till songs one burdenbore till till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore of "Never-nevermore.
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting on the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door.