My angel, my all, my very
self — only a few words today and at that with your pencil — not till tomorrow
will my lodgings be definitely determined upon — what a useless waste of time.
Why this deep sorrow where necessity speaks — can our love endure except
through sacrifices — except through not demanding everything — can you change
it that you are not wholly mine, I not wholly thine?
Oh, God! look out
into the beauties of nature and comfort yourself with that which must be — love
demands everything and that very justly — that it is with me so far as you are
concerned, and you with
me. If we were wholly united you would feel the pain
of it as little as I!
Now a quick change to things internal from things
external. We shall surely see each other; moreover, I cannot communicate to you
the observations I have made during the last few days touching my own life — if
our hearts were always close together I would make none of the kind. My heart is
full of many things to say to you - Ah! — there are moments when I feel that
speech is nothing after all — cheer up — remain my true, only treasure, my all
as I am yours; the gods must send us the rest that which shall be best for
us.
Your faithful,
Ludwig
July 6, 1806
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