Blindead - A3

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 dre