Once upon a noontime sunny, while I pondered something funny, written in a quaint and curious book of a romantic strain — while I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, as of some one gently rapping, rapping at my window pane. “’Tis the breezy trees,” I muttered, “tapping at my window pane, only this, the wind's refrain.”
"What the hammer? What the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? What dread grasp; Dare its deadly terrors clasp?" -William Blake, "The Tyger"
