A noise like to wet fingers drawn on glass,
Which sets the teeth on edge; and a slight clatter,
Like showers which on the midnight gusts will pass,
Sounding like very supernatural water,
Came over Juan’s ear, which throbbed, alas!
For Immaterialism’s a serious matter;
So that even those whose faith is the most great
In Souls immortal, shun them tête-à-tête.