If I had all the world, it should be yours; for with it I could but be miserable, were you not mine.
As you entered the room, pale, hesitating, and evidently oppressed at heart; as your eyes rested for one brief moment upon mine, I felt, for the first time in my life, and tremblingly acknowledged, the existence of spiritual influences altogether out of the reach of the reason. You would rest from care — from all worldly perturbation.
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You would get better and finally well. And if not Helene — if you died — then, at least, I would clasp your dear hands in death, and willingly — oh, joyfully — joyfully go down with you into the night of the grave.
I cannot exist without you. I am forgetful of everything but seeing you again; my Life seems to stop there; I see no further. You have absorbed me.
I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving: I should be exquisitely miserable without the hope of soon seeing you. I shudder no more; I could be martyred for my Religion, — love is my religion, — I could die for that.
I could die for you. The more I have known you the more have I loved.
In every way, — even my jealousies have been agonies of Love; in the hottest fit I ever had I would have died for you. When two souls, which have sought each other amid the crowd, find they have met, realize that they belong to each other, and comprehend this affinity, then it is that a union has been brought about, as pure and aspiring as themselves — a union which begun on earth will be consummated in heaven.
It is a love which is a religion, since the object of love is regarded as a divinity, with all the devotion and affection which turn the greatest sacrifices into the sublimest joys.
Such a love you inspire in me, and such a love you will someday feel for me, although to my sorrow you do not feel it now. Your soul is incapable of an angelic love.
It may be, therefore, that only an angel can inspire such a love. On the day that I lose that conviction I shall have ceased to live, because my life will have lost its foundation. You are the only person to whom I can confide the desire, hope, and love that is within me — my soul itself.
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