"Leave me, and forget me.

You do not understand, you could not comprehend, the nature of her whom you think to love.

From my childhood upward, I have felt as if I were marked out for some strange and preternatural doom; as if I were singled from my kind.

This feeling (and, oh! at times it is one of delirious and vague delight, at others of the darkest gloom) deepens with me day by day.

It is like the shadow of twilight, spreading slowly and solemnly round.