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 some one gently
rapping, rapping at my
chamber door. '"Tis some
visitor," I muttered, "tapping at
my chamber door-Only this and
nothing more.
Edgar Allan Poe
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