3 acessos
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 seperate 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 name Lenore...
Nameless here for evermore...