Monday, April 29, 2013

Letter: John Keats to Fanny Brawne

March 1820

Sweetest Fanny,

You fear, sometimes, I do not love you so much as you wish? My dear Girl I love you ever and ever and without reserve. The more I have known you the more have I lov'd. In every way - even my jealousies have been agonies of Love, in the hottest fit I ever had I would have died for you. I have vex'd you too much. But for Love! Can I help it? You are always new. The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest. When you pass'd my window at home yesterday, I was fill'd with as much admiration as if I had then seen you for the first time.

Your affectionate
J. Keats.

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