"Once upon a midnight dreary, 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 someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door."
Poe was reading a book late into the night, and suddenly he hears something knocking on his door
I wonder what may be out there?
On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore— Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing