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?