| And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtainThrilled me--filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
 So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
 "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door--
 Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;--
 This it is and nothing more."
 Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
 But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
 And so faintly you came tapping--tapping at my chamber door,
 That I scarce was sure I heard you"--here I opened wide the door:--
 Darkness there and nothing more.
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