The doom of KA.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten KA lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my Kilgo door.
“’Tis some SNU alum,” I muttered, “tapping at my Kilgo door—
Only this and nothing more.”

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak spring semester;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost KA—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name KA—
Nameless here for evermore.