EDGAR ALLAN POEOnce upon a midnight dreaery, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, rapping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"T is some visitor," I muttered,
" tapping at my chamber door;
Only this, and nothing more."