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.
“‘T is some visiter,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door–
Only this, and nothing more.”

Het fantastische gedicht The Raven van Edgar Alan Poe, die 200 jaar geleden op 19 januari werd geboren. Het hele gedicht met illustraties hier.