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Letters of John Keats to Fanny Brawne: Written in the years MDCCCXIX and MDCCCXX and now given from the original manuscriptsKeats, John

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Letters of John Keats to Fanny Brawne: Written in the years MDCCCXIX and MDCCCXX and now given from the original manuscripts

Name: Letters of John Keats to Fanny Brawne: Written in the years MDCCCXIX and MDCCCXX and now given from the original manuscripts
Author: Keats, John

Keats, John

Brawne, Fanny, 1800-1865 -- Correspondence; Keats, John, 1795-1821 -- Correspondence; Poets, English -- 19th century -- Correspondence

your Beauty, who would have God-bless’d me from you for ever:
    who were plying me with disencouragements with respect to you
    eternally. People are revengful—do not mind them—do nothing
    but love me—if I knew that for certain life and health will in
    such event be a heaven, and death itself will be less painful.
    I long to believe in immortality. I shall never be able to
    bid you an entire farewell. If I am destined to be happy with
    you here—how short is the longest Life. I wish to believe in
    immortality[52]—I wish to live with you for ever. Do not let
    my name ever pass between you and those laughers; if I have no
    other merit than the great Love for you, that were sufficient
    to keep me sacred and unmentioned in such society. If I have
    been cruel and unjust I swear my love has ever been greater
    than my cruelty which last [_sic_] but a minute whereas my Love
    come what will shall last for ever. If concession to me has
    hurt your Pride God knows I have had little pride in my heart
    when thinking of you. Your name never passes my Lips—do not let
    mine pass yours. Those People do not like me. After reading
    my Letter you even then wish to see me. I am strong enough to
    walk over—but I dare not. I shall feel so much pain in parting
    with you again. My dearest love, I am afraid to see you; I am
    strong, but not strong enough to see you. Will my arm be ever
    round you again, and if so shall I be obliged to leave you
    again? My sweet Love! I am happy whilst I believe your first
    Letter. Let me be but certain that you are mine heart and soul,
    and I could die more happily than I could otherwise live. If
    you think me cruel—if you think I have sleighted you—do muse it
    over again and see into my heart. My love to you is “true as
    truth’s simplicity and simpler than the infancy of truth” as I
    think I once said before. How could I sleight you? How threaten
    to leave you? not in the spirit of a Threat to you—no—but in
    the spirit of Wretchedness in myself. My fairest, my delicious,
    my angel Fanny! do not believe me such a vulgar fellow. I will
    be as patient in illness and as believing in Love as I am able.

                     Yours for ever my dearest

                                                        JOHN KEATS.


XXXVII.

                                 I do not write this till the last,
                                 that no eye may catch it.[53]

    My dearest Girl,

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Letters of John Keats to Fanny Brawne: Written in the years MDCCCXIX and MDCCCXX and now given from the original manuscripts

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