[Spoken Track]



[Poe:]



Once upon a midnight dreary

as 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."



Muttering I got up weakly

always I've had trouble sleeping

stumbling upright my mind racing

furtive thoughts flowing once more

I, there hoping for some sunrise

happiness would be a surprise

loneliness no longer a prize

rapping at my chamber door

seeking out the clever bore

lost in dreams forever more

only this and nothing more



Hovering my pulse was racing

stale tobacco my lips tasting

scotch sitting upon my basin

remnants of the night before

came again

infernal tapping on the door

in my mind jabbing

is it in or outside rapping

calling out to me once more

the fit and fury of Lenore

nameless here forever more



And the silken sad uncertain

rustling of the purple curtain

thrilled me, filled me

with fantastic terrors never felt before

so that now, oh wind, stood breathing

hoping yet to calm my breathing

"'Tis some visitor entreating

entrance at my chamber door

some lost visitor entreating

entrance at my chamber door

this it is, and nothing more."



Deep into the darkness peering

long I stood there

wondering fearing

doubting dreaming fantasies

no mortal dared to dream before

but the silence was unbroken

and the stillness gave no token

and the only word there spoken

was the whispered name, "Lenore