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 of some one, gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door
'Tis some visitor' I muttered, tapping at my chamber door
Only this and nothing more
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Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
and each seperate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor
Eagerly I wished the morrow Vainly I had sought to 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