Tripp Wyatt

English

4 November, 03:55

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 visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door-

Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door;

This it is and nothing more."

In this stanza, the poet creates suspense by having the speaker

A.) be afraid and unsure of what the noise really is.

B.) realize the wind is moving the purple curtains.

C.) see a visitor outside of his bedroom door.

D.) get up and stand next to his bedside.