“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."
Oh, how I love Edgar Allen Poe! I love the way he takes words, and entwines them into a beautiful melody when you read them aloud. And when you think about it, it is some pretty scary stuff!
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."
-The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe
Oh, how I love Edgar Allen Poe! I love the way he takes words, and entwines them into a beautiful melody when you read them aloud. And when you think about it, it is some pretty scary stuff!
