“To Gondulf, Anselm——I put no other or longer salutations at the
head of my letter, because I can say nothing more to him whom I
love. All who know Gondulph and Anselm know well what this means,
and how much love is understood in these two names.” ... “How
could I forget thee? Can a man forget one who is placed like a
seal upon his heart? In thy silence I know that thou lovest me;
and thou also, when I say nothing, thou knowest that I love thee.
Not only have I no doubt of thee, but I answer for thee that thou
art sure of me. What can my letter tell thee that thou knowest
not already, thou who art my second soul? Go into the secret
place of thy heart, look there at thy love for me, and thou shalt
see mine for thee.” ... “Thou knewest how much I love thee, but
I knew it not. He who has separated us has alone instructed me
how dear to me thou wert. No, I knew not before the experience
of thy absence how sweet it was to have thee, how bitter to have
thee not. Thou hast another friend whom thou hast loved as much
or more than me to console thee, but I have no longer thee!—thee!
thee! thou understandest? and nothing to replace thee. Those who
rejoice in the possession of thee may perhaps be offended by what
I say. Ah! let them content themselves with their joy, and permit
me to weep for him whom I ever love.”
[Sidenote: _The Story of Amis and Amile_]
The story of Amis and Amile, a mediæval legend, translated by William
Morris (as well as by Walter Pater) from the _Bibliotheca Elzeviriana_,
is very quaint and engaging in its old-world extravagance and
supernaturalism:—
Amis and Amile were devoted friends, twins in resemblance and
life. On one occasion, having strayed apart, they ceased not to
seek each other for two whole years. And when at last they met
“they lighted down from their horses, and embraced and kissed
each other, and gave thanks to God that they were found. And they
swore fealty and friendship and fellowship perpetual, the one to
the other, on the sword of Amile, wherein were relics.” Thence
they went together to the court of “Charles, king of France.”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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