My sweet creature,
when I send this round,
I shall be in the front parlor,
watching to see you show yourself
for a minute in the garden.
When I look back upon the ecstasies
in which I have passed some days
and the miseries in their turn,
I wonder the more at the beauty
which has kept up the spell so fervently.
How horrid was the chance of slipping
into the ground instead of into your arms.
The difference is amazing, love.