EXCERPTS FROM EDGAR ALLAN POE DAMERON'S "THE DROID"

Once upon a midnight dreary, while piloting, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious planet of the system's yore—

      While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

      As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my cockpit door.

“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my cockpit door—

            Only this and nothing more.”

                                                  .........

                     But BB-8, spinning lonely on the desert sand, spoke only

               That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.

                     Nothing farther then he uttered--not a secret map he shuttered---

                     Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other droids have left before--

               On the morrow he will leave me, as my friends have flown before."

                           Then the droid said "Nevermore." 

                                                              .........

                 “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if droid or devil!—

            Whether First Order sent, or if tempest tossed thee here ashore,

                  Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—

                  On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—

            Is there—is Luke Skywalker alive? —tell me—tell me, I implore!”

                        Quoth BB-8, “Nevermore.”

                                                           .........

               And BB-8, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

        On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;

               And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,

               And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;

        And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

                     Shall be lifted—nevermore!