...Flaunting its artifactuality, the poem continually calls attention to itself as an unfolding textual event: Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within...heart be still a moment and this mystery explore. . . . "That is / lattice / thereat is": these are Poe's textual tappings calling us to explore the...

...and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, soon I heard again a tapping somewhat louder than before. "Surely," said...heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; — "Tis the wind and nothing more!" Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,...