“从前一个阴郁的子夜,我独自沉思,慵懒疲竭,
面对许多古怪而离奇、并早已被人遗忘的书卷;
当我开始打盹,几乎入睡,突然传来一阵轻擂,
仿佛有人在轻轻叩击
——
轻轻叩击我房间的门环。
“有客来也,”
我轻声嘟喃,“正在叩击我的门环,
唯此而已,别无他般。
(once
upon
a
midnight
dreary,
while
i
pondered,
weak
and
weary,
over
many
a
quaint
and
curious
vo露me
of
forgotten
lore。
while
i
nodded,
nearly
napping,
suddenly
there
came
a
tapping,
as
of
some
one
rapping,
rapping
at
my
chamber
door。
"tis