This I whisper’d, and an echo murmur’d back the word “Annore!”
Merely this, and nothing more.
VII.
Back into my chamber hasting, anguish deeper still now tasting,
Soon again I heard a rapping—something louder than before.
Surely, thought I, that is something at my window-lattice;
Let me see, then, what there at is, and this mystery explore;—
Oh! my heart, be still a moment, till this mystery I explore;—
Is’t the wind, and nothing more?
VIII.