Nce 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 some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “’tis some visitor,” i muttered, “tapping at my chamber door— only this, and nothing more.” in this excerpt from “the raven” by edgar allan poe, what is the speaker doing when he hears a knock at the door? pacing reading weeping sleeping