Over many a quaint and corious Volume of Forgotten lore - While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tappng, Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there Wondering, fearing, Doubting ... While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, Rapping at my Chamber door. Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember Wrought its ghost upon the floor. Dreams no mortals Ever dared to dream before Ever dared to dream before Dreams no mortals Ever dared to dream before Ever dared to dream before