"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 visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”
Which poem is this stanza from?
1
"Because I Could Not Stop For Death" by Emily Dickinson
2
"Ode to a Nightingale" by John Keats
3
"The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" by T.S. Eliot
4
"The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe