Exerpt
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." - Edgar Allen Poe
Diane
