⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀  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 some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀    “’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀     Only this and nothing more.”