Too Long; Didn't Read
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, "There came a tapping, as of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door" But the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; so that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating: ““’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at the chamber door—Only this and nothing more.” Then, with many a flirt and flutter, a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore, appeared.