CanÌƒon City record. [volume] (CanÌƒon City, Colo.) 1883-192?, 1901-05-23

us. I am yours. IT Is only The poor
five senses part OF us that spells alb
sence. Some day. some day you will
answer this letter. which has TO stay
locked in my desk. Some day. mean.
an answer will reach me. Without
your reading this your answer will
come Is not your heart at this mo-
ment answering me?
Dearest, l trust you. / could not
have dreamed you to myself. therefore
you must be true. quite independently
OF me. You as | saw you once with
open eyes remain SO forever. You
cannot make yourself, beloved. not to
be what you are. You have called my
soul TO life II for no other reason than
to bear witness OF you, come what
may. No length of silence can make
a truth once sounded ever cease 20 be.
Borne away out of our hearing IL
makes its way 10 the stars Dispersed
or removed. II cannot be lost. 1. too,
for truths sake. may have TO be dis
persed out OF my present self which
shuts me from you. But / shall ind
you some day, you who made me. you
who every day make me! a part OF
you cut OF. / suffer pain because I am
still part OF you. II had no part in
you, l should suffer nothing. But
do. | DO.
Dearest. | lay my heart down on
yours and cry. and. having worn my
self out with and ended. / kiss your
lips and bless God that l have known
you.
have not ssid-I never could say II
Let the day perish wherein love was
born- forget nothing OF you. You
are clear to me, all but one thing. why
we have become as we are now-One
whole. parted and sent different ways.
and yet 50 near. ON my most sleep
less nights my pillow is yours. wet
your face with my tears and cry.
Sleep we'll"
Tonight also. beloved. sleep Welt
Night and morning ! make you my
prayer.
LETTER LNXVIL
Ny own one beloved. my dearest
deari Want me, please want me!
viii keep alive for you. Say you wish
me to IIve-not come to you. don't say
that II you can't-but just wish me to
live. and will Yes, / win do any
thing. even live, II you tell me to do
II l will be stronger than all the
world or fate. II you have any wish
about me at all Wish well. dearest
and surely the knowledge win come to
me. Wish big things OF me. OF little
things. Wish me TO sleep. and ] Will
sleep better because OF H. Wish any.
thing OF me-only not that | should
love you better. | can't. dearest. |
can't Amy more OF that and love
would go out OF my body and leave IL
clay. lf you would even wish that. !
would be happy at finding a way TO
do your will below ground morc per.
fectly than any l found on it Wish.
wish, Only wish something for me to
do. oh. | could rest II had hut your
little dngcr TO love. The tyranny of
love Is when II makes no bidding At all
That you have no want OF wish left
In you as regards me is my continual
despair. My own. my beloved. my tor
mentor and comforter. my ever dearest
dear. whom love so much!
LETTER LNNvIu.
Tonight, beloved, the burden OF
things Is too much for me. Come 10 me
somehow. dear ghost OF all my happi.
ness. and take me in your arms.
ache and ache not to belong to you,
do; | must. II Is only cur senses that
divide us, and mine are all famlshcd
servants waiting for their master. They
have nothing TO do but watch for you
and pretend that they believe you will
come. oh. it is grieyous!
B,lnNnl Ia, fh.. IurLn,GE a., ypn faat
my kissesy They go out OF me In sharp
stabs OF pain. They must 10 some
where for me to be delivered OF them
only with SO much suffering. oh, how
this should make me hate you II that
were possible! How instead love you
more and more ana shall, dearest. and
win Till die!
will die. because In no other way
can express how much love you.
am possessed by all the despalring
words about lost happiness that the
poets have written. They go through
me like ghosts. | am haunted by them.
but they are bloodless things. II seems
when | listen TO all the other desolate
voices that have ever cried that | alone
have blood in me. Nobody ever loved
MS love since the world began.
There. dearest, take this. all this Bit
ter wine OF me poured out until feel
In myself only the dregs left. and still
In them are the fire and the suffering.
No. but Will be better. II is better
to have known you than not Give me
time. dearest. to get you 20 heart again.
cannot leave you like this, not with
such words as these for good nightl'
oh. dear face. dear unforEettable lost
face, my soul strains up to look for
you through the blind eyes that have
been left TO torment me because they
run never behold YOU Very often I