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 it is, and nothing more.

Autore: Edgar Allan Poe

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain<br />Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;<br />So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,<br />Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door —<br />Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; —<br />This it is, and nothing more. - Edgar Allan Poe

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