Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and wear...

Question

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 came a tapping,

As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

A

narrative

B

epic

C

lyric

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