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." Celú báseň nájdete na poetryfoundation.org