A₃
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
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing
Doubting...
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping
As of some one gently rapping
Rapping at my chamber door
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor
Dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before