First Collection of Edgar Allan Poe

Excerpt

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.”