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 I heard 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.
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; .
But the fact is I was napping and 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.
That was the beginning of my most famous poem, "The Raven." I also wrote The Tell-Tale Heart and "The Pit and the Pendulum." I had a horrible time on this earth and a very short one, but I ended up being known as not only one of the most famous American poets but also the father of the murder mystery. Oh well, I"ll start from the beginning.
I was born on January 19, 1809 in Boston, Massachusetts. Which would make me 192 years old this year. My parents were itinerant actors, meaning they moved around a lot. I never really knew them because they had both died of tuberculosis by the time I was two. .
I went to live in a foster home with Frances and John Allen. They had no other children and John was a wealthy tobacco merchant. My childhood was the most normal part of my life. I was an athlete and an excellent student and everyone said I had a promising future. When I was 18 I enrolled into the University of Virginia.