Once upon a/an NOUN dreary, while I VERB (PAST TENSE), weak and weary,/Over many a/an ADJECTIVE and curious volume of forgotten PLURAL NOUN./While I nodded, nearly VERB ENDING IN ING, suddenly there came a tapping,/As of a/an NOUN gently VERB ENDING IN ING, SAME VERB ENDING IN ING at my chamber NOUN./ “’Tis some visitor” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber NOUN—Only this and nothing more.”
, distinctly I remember it was in the ADJECTIVE December,/And each separate dying NOUN wrought its ghost upon the PLACE./ Eagerly I wished the morrow;— I had sought to borrow/From my PLURAL NOUN surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the ADJECTIVE Lenore—/For the rare and radiant NOUN whom the angels name Lenore—/Nameless here for evermore.
