"As if someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door."
"Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore.'"
"While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping..."
“While I nodded, nearly napping…”
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. “Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore; Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!” Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”