Tapping thus, and meaning more.
IV.
And the plaintive, low, uncertain rustling of each window-curtain
Thrill’d me—filled my quaking heart with terrors never felt before.
Is there, then, a life of glory, as we’re taught in sacred story?
Can this be some prophet hoary, standing at my chamber-door—
Prophet from the dead arisen, standing at my chamber-door—
Rapping thus, and meaning more?
V.
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,