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 come a tapping, As of some one, gentty rapping, rapping at my chamber door. ‘Tis some visitor' I muttered, tapping at my chamber door.... Only this and nothing more.... (Fretless Bass solo) Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, and each seperate dying ember wrough its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow-... Vainly I had sought to borrow from my books surcease of sorrow.... Sorrow for the lost Lenore-... For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-... Nameless here for evermore...