Question
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.
#Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping
at my chamber door-
Only this and nothing more."
What genre of poetry is the given
poem?
• A. Elegy
• B. Lyric Poetry