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.'
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 Allan Poe 1845 - photograph - Wilson Graphics
One of my favourite tales - happy Hallowe'en x Jane
ReplyDeleteThank you for this post. I enjoyed seeing the beautiful image and poem, very much x
ReplyDeleteI loved Poe's tales as a teen, though I was somewhat pre-Punk and certainly very pre-Goth. It's the right season to read them again, methinks!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful....
ReplyDeleteJust found you via Lazy Daisy Jones. Great blog, love that poem.
ReplyDeleteJacqui (aka living with ethel) x
Thank you very much!
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