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.Īnd 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 - This it is, and nothing more,' `'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more.'Īh, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
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. To save your word cloud, simply right-click on the word cloud image and select 'Save
