Song Lyrics
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…
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…