I can only live, either altogether with you or not at all. Oh God - so near! so far! Is it not a real building of heaven, our Love - but as firm, too, as the citadel of heaven.Įven in bed my ideas yearn towards you, my Immortal Beloved, here and there joyfully, then again sadly, awaiting from Fate, whether it will listen to us. Good night - as I am taking the waters, I must go to bed. I weep when I think you will probably only receive on Saturday the first news from me - as you too love - yet I love you stronger - but never hide yourself from me. So! Without you - pursued by the kindness of the people here and there, whom I mean - to desire to earn just as little as they earn - humility of man towards men - it pains me - and when I regard myself in connection with the Universe, what I am, and what he is - whom one calls the greatest - and yet - there lies herein again the godlike of man. You suffer - oh! Where I am, you are with me, with me and you, I shall arrange that I may live with you. Mondays - Thursdays - the only days, when the post goes from here to K. Just now I perceive that letters must be posted first thing early. The rest the gods must send, what must be for us and shall. Brighten up - remain my true and only treasure, my all, as I to you. My bosom is full, to tell you much - there are moments when I find that speech is nothing at all. We shall probably soon meet, even today I cannot communicate my remarks to you, which during these days I made about my life - were our hearts close together, I should probably not make any such remarks. Love demands everything and is quite right, so it is for me with you, for you with me - only you forget so easily, that I must live for you and for me - were we quite united, you would notice this painful feeling as little as I should. What abominable waste of time in such things - why this deep grief, where necessity speaks?Ĭan our love persist otherwise than through sacrifices, than by not demanding everything? Canst thou change it, that thou are not entirely mine, I not entirely thine? Oh, God, look into beautiful Nature and compose your mind to the inevitable. My angel, my all, my own self - only a few words today, and that too with pencil (with yours) - only till tomorrow is my lodging definitely fixed.
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