Act4

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.

Act.3

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,'

Act.2

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.