Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak & weary,
Over many a quaint & 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 it's ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; -vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcrease of sorrow-sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore.
Answer: [A] Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak & weary,----
[B]Ah, distictly I remember it was in the bleak December.
