Oh, my dear, I lose myself if I think of you so much. What would life

have without you in it? The sun would drop from my heavens. I see only

by you! you have kissed me on the eyes. You are more to me than my own

poor brain could ever have devised: had I started to invent Paradise, I

could not have invented you. But perhaps you have invented me: I am

something new to myself since I saw you first. God bless you for it!

Even if you were to shut your eyes at me now--though I might go blind,

you could not unmake me:--"The gods themselves cannot recall their

gifts." Also that I am yours is a gift of the gods, I will trust: and

so, not to be recalled!

Kiss me, dearest; here where I have written this! I am yours, Beloved. I

kiss you again and again.--Ever your own making.




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