I
will rewrite nothing that I have written--let it go! See me out of deep
waters again, because I have thought so much of you! I have come through
clouds and thick darkness. I press your name to my lips a thousand times.
As sure as sunrise I say to myself that you will come: the sun is not
truer to his rising than you to me.
Love will go flying after this till I sleep. God bless you!--and me also;
it is all one and the same wish.--Your most true, loving, and dear
faithful one.
LETTER LIX.
I have to own that I know your will now, at last. Without seeing you I am
convinced: you have a strong power in you to have done that! You have told
me the word I am to say to you: it is your bidding, so I say it--Good-by.
But it is a word whose meaning I cannot share.
Yet I have something to tell you which I could not have dreamed if it
had not somehow been true: which has made it possible for me to believe,
without hearing you speak it, that I am to be dismissed out of your
heart.--May the doing of it cost you far less pain than I am fearing!
You did not come, though I promised myself so certainly that you would:
instead came your last very brief note which this is to obey. Still I
watched for you to come, believing it still and trusting to silence on
my part to bring you more certainly than any more words could do. And
at last either you came to me, or I came to you: a bitter last meeting.
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