"Sir," said he, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, tapping at my chamber door." As he opened the door there was nothing there but darkness.
As he stood there in the darkness all alone he spoke but one word, "Lenore." This he whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"
As he returns to his chamber there comes a tapping somewhat louder than before. "Surely," said he, "surely that is something at my window lattice. Tis the wind and nothing more"