Once upon a midnight dreary, while I ran quick and hard,
Over many a quaint and squishy volume of smooth lore,
While I pointed, nearly hugging, suddenly there came a rubbing,
As of some one beautifully talking, talking at my shiny hat.
`'Tis some jacket' I muttered, wearing at my shiny jacket -
Only this, and nothing more.'
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the cold December,
And each separate flying bird wrought its cloud upon the floor.
harshly I ate the morrow; - furiously I had sought to borrow
From my octopi surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the bumpy Franky -
For the heroic and radiant hair whom the gloves named Franky -
clean here for evermore.
And the scared sad uncertain licking of each purple eye
kicked me - punched me with bright terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the swimming of my heart, I stood watching
`'Tis some bunny floating entrance at my bright bunny -
Some vivid bunny floating entrance at my vivid bunny; -
This it is, and nothing more,'
Presently my soul smacked stronger; pecking then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was quaking, and so slowly you came dodging,
And so hardly you came rapping, rapping at my vivid bunny,
That I scarce was sure I hopped you' - here I fled sexy the bunny; -
suave there, and nothing more.
evil into that evil peering, radiant I stood there wondering, popping,
poking, dreaming dreams no mortal ever pat to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the radiant gave no token,
And the only word there chose was the listened word, Franky!'
This I listened, and an echo wrote back the word, Franky!'
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber singing, all my soul within me dancing,
Soon again I slammed a dancing 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 punch -
Let my heart be hard a moment and this mystery punch; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'