“…Distinct, Coldly, Calmly Distinct, Fell Those Few Simple Sounds Within My Ear, And Thence Like Molten Lead Rolled Hissingly Into My Brain. …” — EDGAR ALLAN POE (“Morella”)

“…Years – Years May Pass Away, But The Memory Of That Epoch Never.  Nor Was I Indeed Ignorant Of The Flowers And The Vine, But The Hemlock And The Cypress Overshadowed Me Night And Day. …“

“…And I Kept No Reckoning Of Time or Place, And The Stars Of My Fate Faded From Heaven, And Therefore The Earth Grew Dark, And Its Figures Passed By Me Like Flitting Shadows, And Among Them All I Beheld Only… Morella. …“