The Raven
by Edgar Allan Poe
First Published in 1845
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 someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door;
Only this, and nothing more."
I've always thought this was an eerie poem and for some reason (even though there is no raven in the picture) it came to mind when I posted this. I remember that my Daddy could recite this entire poem.
oh, it is too - Friday the 13th. Nothing gone wrong so far except my little man might not make it throught the raging torrent! Love the poem - almost sounds like a tapping ghost! Love the golden light and the frame of dark!
