Happy Halloween
― 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 visiter,” 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 its ghost [...].








