Poe, Edgar Allen / 2008-07-10 00:00:00

1850
MORELLA
by Edgar Allan Poe
MORELLA
Itself, by itself, solely, one everlasting, and single.
PLATO: SYMPOS.
WITH a feeling of deep yet most singular affection I regarded my
friend Morella. Thrown by accident into her society many years ago, my
soul from our first meeting, burned with fires it had never before
known; but the fires were not of Eros, and bitter and tormenting to my
spirit was the gradual conviction that I could in no manner define
their unusual meaning or regulate their vague intensity. Yet we met;
and fate bound us together at the altar, and I never spoke of
passion nor thought of love. She, however, shunned society, and,
attaching herself to me alone rendered me happy. It is a happiness
to wonder; it is a happiness to dream.
Morella's erudition was profound. As I hope to live, her talents
were of no common order- her powers of mind were gigantic.
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