Once upon a midnight drearyAs I pondered weak and weary
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore.
As I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door
''Tis some visitor', I muttered, 'Rapping at my chamber door'
'Some late visitor', I muttered: 'This it is, and nothing more'
(Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore.
As I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door
''Tis some visitor', I muttered, 'Rapping at my chamber door'
'Some late visitor', I muttered: 'This it is, and nothing more'
verbal,
Sat 22 Nov 2003, 3:16,
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