Once upon a midnight dreary
While I skated, weak and weary
Over many a quaint and curious volume
of forgotten boards -
While I slide, mostly slapping, suddenly
there came a cracking.
As of something suddenly snapping, snapping
the thing I most adore.
"Tis be hell" I muttered, breaking
yet another board-
Only this and nothing more

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak of December
And each dying board wrought it´s
ghost upon the wall.
Eagerly I wished for tomorrow; mayby I have
a board to borrow.
From the great wall of sorrow - sorrow
for the broken boards-
Remembered here for evermore