While I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quant and curious volume
of forgotten lore.
While I nodded, nearly napping,
Suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
'Tis some visitor,' I muttered. 'Tapping at my chamber door'
'Only this, and nothing more'.
Ah, distinctively I remember,
It was in the bleak December,
And it seperate dying ember,
Wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wish for morrow-
Vainly I had sought to borrow,
From my books surcease of sorrow,
Sorrow for the lost Lenore.
From rare and radiant maiden whom the angels
Named Lenore.
Nameless here for
Evermore.
~Edgar Allen Poe 'The Raven'
This is in celebration of me memorizing the first two paragraphs of the poem 'The Raven'.
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