He is, as you say, a remarkable horse, a prodigious horse, although as you very justly observe, a suspicious and untractable character.

The rain came down upon my head - Unshelter'd. And the wind rendered me mad and deaf and blind.

I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.

Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore.

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.

Yet, mad am I not — and very surely do I not dream.

During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher. I know not how it was - but, with the first glimpse of the building, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit.