Memorizing poetry.

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 someone 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
Eargerly 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 name Lenore
Nameless here forevermore

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,
For the fact is I was napping and so gently you came rapping
And so lightly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door
That I scarce was sure I heard you'- here I threw wide the door-
Darkness there, and nothing more


That's all I've got memorized of Edgar Allan Poe's The Raven but I'm working on getting the whole thing. I've also got the last stanza memorized

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
Upon the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming
And the lamplight oe'r him casts his shadow on the floor
And my soul from out that shadow there
Shall be lifted - nevermore!