Edgar Allan Poe,
Poe’s Tales of Mystery and Imagination…
(1935)
“ But one autumnal evening, when the winds lay still in heaven, Morella called me to her bedside. There was a dim mist over all the earth, and a warm glow upon the waters, and, amid the rich October leaves of the forest, a rainbow from the firmament had surely fallen. “It is a day of days,” she said as I approached, “a day of all days either to live or die. It is a fair day for the sons of earth and life—ah, more fair for the daughters of heaven and death!” ”
