There are moments when, even to the sober eye of Reason, the world of our sad humanity must assume the aspect of Hell.
Deep in earth my love is lying And I must weep alone.
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 if some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door--Only this and nothing more.