“Ask yourself my love whether you are not very
cruel to have so entrammelled me, so destroyed my freedom. Will you confess
this in the Letter you must write immediately, and do all you can to console me
in it — make it rich as a draught of poppies to intoxicate me —write the
softest words and kiss them that I may at least touch my lips where yours have
been. For myself I know not how to express my devotion to so fair a form: I
want a brighter word than bright, a fairer word than fair.”
- John Keats, Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems
of John Keats to Fanny Brawne
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