text: I think the answer might be in here...\n\nOnce upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, \nOver many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore-- \nWhile I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, \nAs of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. \n"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-- \nOnly this, and nothing more." \n\nAh, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; \nAnd each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. \nEagerly I wished the morrow;-- vainly I had sought to borrow \nFrom my books surcease of sorrow-- sorrow for the lost Lenore-- \nFor the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-- \nNameless here for evermore. \n\nAnd the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain \nThrilled me-- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; \nSo that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, \n"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-- \nSome late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-- \nThis it is, and nothing more." \n\nPresently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, \n"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; \nBut the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, \nAnd so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, \nThat I scarce was sure I heard you"-- here I opened wide the door;-- \nDarkness there, and nothing more. \n\nDeep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, \nDoubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before; \nBut the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, \nAnd the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!" \nThis I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"-- \nMerely this, and nothing more. \n\nBack into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, \nSoon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. \n"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice: \nLet me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-- \nLet my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-- \n'Tis the wind and nothing more." \n\nOpen here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, \nIn there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore; \nNot the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; \nBut, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-- \nPerched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-- \nPerched, and sat, and nothing more. \n\nThen this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, \nBy the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, \n"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, \nGhastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore-- \nTell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!" \nQuoth the Raven, "Nevermore." \n\nMuch I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, \nThough its answer little meaning-- little relevancy bore; \nFor we cannot help agreeing that no living human being \nEver yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door-- \nBird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, \nWith such name as "Nevermore." \n\nBut the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only \nThat one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. \nNothing further then he uttered-- not a feather then he fluttered-- \nTill I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before-- \nOn the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before." \nThen the bird said, "Nevermore." \n\nStartled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, \n"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, \nCaught from some unhappy master whom u