Write a poem about a 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.
 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 name Lenore���
 Nameless here for evermore.