While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door
“Sir, or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore!”This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”
“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;— ’Tis the wind and nothing more!”
Soon again I heard a tapping, somewhat louder than before.
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore.
Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou art sure no craven,ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore,— Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”