Ation III
From "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe 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. And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each
purple curtain Thrilled me--filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood
repeating "Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door- Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your
forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at
my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you"-here I opened wide the door; - Darkness there and nothing more.
Which words contribute to the dark, mysterious mood?