My sweet creature,

when I send this round,

I shall be in the front parlor,

watching to see you show yourself

for a minute in the garden.

When I look back upon the ecstasies

in which I have passed some days

and the miseries in their turn,

I wonder the more at the beauty

which has kept up the spell so fervently.

How horrid was the chance of slipping

into the ground instead of into your arms.

The difference is amazing, love.