CanÌƒon City record. [volume] (CanÌƒon City, Colo.) 1883-192?, 1901-03-07

LETTER XVI.

to your heart. breathe on me- Deny
me either breath or the light Of day.
] am yours equally. to live or die at
your word. shut my eyes to feel your
Kisses falling on me like rain. or still
more like sunshiDe-yet most OF all
like kisses. my own dearest and hest
Beloved
Oh we two. how wonderful we seem.
And to th'-k that there have been
lovers like us since the world began
and the world not able to tell US one
little word of it-not well. SO as to be
believed-or only along with sadness
where fate has broken up the heavens
which lay over some pair of lovers.
Enone's cry. '-Ah me, my mountain
shepherdr' tells us of the joy when X
has vanished, and most of all | get IT
in that song OF wife and husband
which ends:
Not a word for you.
Not lock kiss,
GoodbF.
We, one. must part in two;
Verify death is this;
I must die
II was woman wrote that-and we
get love there, Is ii only when joy is
past that we can give II its full expires
sion? Even now, beloved. l break
down in trying to say how love you.
cannot put all my joy into my words.
nor all my love into my lips, nor all my
life into your arms. whatever way l
try. Something remains that l cannot
express Believe, dearest that the
half has not yet been spoken, neither of
my love for you nor Of my trust in you.
nor of wish that seems sad. but
comes in a very tumult OF happiness
the wish to die. so that some unknown
good may come to you out of me-.
Not till you die. dearest. shall die
truly l love you now too much for
your heart not to carry me to its
grave. though | should die now and
you live TO be a hundred l pray you
may. l cannot choose a day for you.
to die l am too grateful to life which
has given me to you 10 say If ! were
dying. Come with me. dearestw
Though how the words tempt me as
l write themk Come with me, dearest:
yes. come, n. but you kiss me more,
l think. when we say goodby than
when meeting. So you will kiss me
most of all when l have to die-a
thing In death to look forward to, And
till then life. life. till I am out of my
depth in happiness and drown in your
arms,
Beloved. that can write SO to you
Think what it means, what you have
made me come through in the way of
love, that this, which l could not have
dreamed before. comes from me with
the thought of you, You told me to be
still. to let you worship" | was to
write back acceptance Of all your dear
words Are you never to be at my
feety you ask Indeed. dearest I do
not know how. for | cannot move
from where I am. Do you feel where
my thoughts kiss you! You would be
veScd with me II wrote 1t down, so
do not And after all. some day. under
n bright star of Providence. ! may
have gifts for you after my own mind
which will allow me to grow proud.
Only now all the giving comes from
you Ii is who am enriched by your
love beyond knowledge of my former
self Are you changed. dearest by
anything ! have doneg
Ny heart goes to you like a tree in
the wind, ana all these thoughts are
loose leaves that fly after you when
| have TO remain behind Dear lover,
what short visits yours seem, And the
muther-aunt tells me they are most
unccnscionabiy long, You will not pay
any attention to that. please. Forever
lc; the heavens fall rather than that
a hint to such foul effect should grow
operative through me.
This brings you to me SO far as ii
can. Such little words OF so great a
body of-''liking." shall l call it, My
paper stops me. IL is my last sheet
should have TO go down to the libra
ry to get more. else think | could not
cease writing.
More love than | can name. Ever.
dearest. your own.