Zane D. Clark
| Introduction | Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volumne 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." |
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