I shall perish.

I shall perish. I must perish in this deplorable folly. Thus, thus, and not otherwise, shall I be lost. I dread the events of the future, not in themselves, but in their results. I shudder at the thought of any, even the most trivial, incident, which may operate upon this intolerable agitation of soul. I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, exept in its absolute effect--in terror. In this unnerved-- in this pitiable condition-- I feel that the period will sooner or later arrive when I must abandon life and reason together, in some strugle with the grim phantasm, FEAR.-Poe