Pg. 943
"And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled 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 is it and nothing more."
- When I read this, I thought that he was speaking metaphorically, (when isn't he?), about how the memories of Lenore dying (mentioned in the stanza before) are invading him again and bringing these unwanted emotions with them. They're so strong that they're terrifying him as well as exciting him.
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