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.
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, „Lenore?“
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, „Lenore!“ –
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping something louder than before.
„Surely,“ said I, „surely that is something at my window lattice;