A man became deeply attached to a woman named Morella, and although he did not love her in a romantic sense, they married. Morella was highly intelligent and well-read, and she introduced her husband to various mystical writings. As time passed, the man became increasingly disturbed by Morella's strange behavior and her obsession with the concept of personal identity after death.
It is a happiness to wonder;—it is a happiness to dream.
Morella eventually became ill and, on her deathbed, gave birth to a daughter. The man was horrified to find that the child bore an uncanny resemblance to her mother and seemed to possess the same adult intellect and wisdom. As the girl grew older, the similarities between her and Morella became even more pronounced, causing the man great distress.
The man never spoke of Morella to his daughter, and she remained nameless for many years. When the time came for her baptism, the man impulsively decided to name her Morella. Upon hearing her name, the girl responded with "I am here!" and collapsed, dead.
I am here!
The man, now tormented by the memory of both Morellas, buried his daughter in the same tomb as her mother. To his horror, he found no trace of the first Morella's remains when he laid the second Morella to rest.