Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious college supplemental chore--
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis just my dear mother,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door--
Only this and nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak November;
And my smoothie from the blender: regrettably it was no more.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my work for UChicago—oh alas my testing scores!
Forget that foolish, woeful number which the angels name my scores--
Nameless here for evermore.
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
“Mom,” said I, “or Father Dearest, 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;--
hallway there and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
“Surely,” said I, “surely, that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore--
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;--
’Tis racoons and nothing more!”
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
“oh my gosh – forget New Haven, it’s,” I said, “a fucking raven!
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore--
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
Quoth the Raven “Just do the darn college apps.”
And then it left.
Over many a quaint and curious college supplemental chore--
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis just my dear mother,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door--
Only this and nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak November;
And my smoothie from the blender: regrettably it was no more.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my work for UChicago—oh alas my testing scores!
Forget that foolish, woeful number which the angels name my scores--
Nameless here for evermore.
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
“Mom,” said I, “or Father Dearest, 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;--
hallway there and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
“Surely,” said I, “surely, that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore--
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;--
’Tis racoons and nothing more!”
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
“oh my gosh – forget New Haven, it’s,” I said, “a fucking raven!
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore--
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
Quoth the Raven “Just do the darn college apps.”
And then it left.