The Eclipse / The Raven
J. Nordavind
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