Morella by Edgar Allan Poe — Read

Αυτο καθ' αυτο μεθ' αυτου, μονοειδεϛ αιει ον. / 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.