`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more.'Īh, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. 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.
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