Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
while I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping
"Tis some visitor," I muttered, "Tapping at my chamber door, only this, and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "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,
Here I opened wide the door; Darkness there and nothing more.
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting on the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; and my soul from out that shadow lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted--Nevermore!