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."

Found an mp3 that some might be interested in: Christopher Walken reading "The Raven".

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=E7F2Q2TO

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