Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore!”
J. C. Rose.
Highly commended:—
Once upon an evening dreary, as I pondered worn and weary
Over many a dusty packet of unsettled bills of yore,
As I sat serenely rocking, thinking it was very shocking,
Suddenly I heard a knocking—knocking at my study door.
“’Tis my tailor gay,” I muttered, “knocking at my study door—
Only this, and nothing more.”
Ah! distinct my recollection, for I had a chest affection—