scary...nothingmore

I was browsing random articles on wikipedia today when I came across "The raven" by Edgar Allan Poe.
I am no poetry fan and the only poems I remember(and like) are "stopping by the woods...","the brook" , "the road not taken" to name a few,which were of course part of our syllabus.
The sheer strength of the poem coupled with it's supernatural theme blew me away. I wonder why I hadn't heard of it before.
This is the poem that introduced to the world a genius that was edgar allan poe.
his mystical and scary stories scare me even today. I read them as a kid and "the fall of the house of usher" and "the black cat" are still fresh in my mind.
Not that I understood them fully, The style of narration was not very easy to comprehend but they were scary nevertheless.

Here's an excerpt from the poem:

"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.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
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.
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