Upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary, over many of quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, while I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping.
'tis the wind and nothing more."
Vainly I sought borrow from my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore- For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore- nameless here for evermore.
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 tapping, tapping at my chamber door, that I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;- Darkness there, and nothing more.
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. " 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."
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