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.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
and the only word there spoken was the whispered word, 'Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, 'Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.
Edgar Allan Poe - 'The Raven' (1845)