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.'
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door
2006-10-17
10:15:31
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so im wondering wat do ya think!?
2006-10-17
10:15:52 ·
update #1
i have no clue as to why im posting it here, i guess cauz i just love it soooo much. I didn't read it in grade school tho. in some book my grandma gave me it was really good so i just wanted to post it, but i didn't know that everyone has already read it in grade school. my badd but u can read it agian. yes it is Edgar Allan Poe.
2006-10-17
10:30:19 ·
update #2