“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.’”

E. A. POE

- Rafal Kijas