Tenley Feinberg '19,
English major, Environmental Policy minor
by Edgar Allan Poe
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 some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”
This poem may not be an award-winner or that deep in any way, but it's been a part of my life for a long time. It was introduced to me before a sectional field hockey game in high school and I used it with my own players when I was a college coach, and again with our athletes here at Marist.