Raven

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.

Silence!

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

Shall be lifted - nevermore!

'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door

This it is, and nothing more

'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door

This it is, and nothing more

'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door

This it is, and nothing more

'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door

This it is, and nothing more

Empty!Night! Rip! Me!

Give!Me!That!Please!

Empty!Night! Rip! Me!

'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door

This it is, and nothing more

Empty! Night! Rip! Me!

Empty!Night!

Empty!