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[Swinton K. <boa...@fu...>]

M me till probably Saturday. However dearly you may love me, I love you
more fondly still. Never conceal your feelings from me. Good-night! As a
patient at these baths, I must now go to rest [a few words are here
effaced by Beethoven himself]. Oh, heavens! so near, and yet so far! Is
not our love a truly celestial mansion, but firm as the vault of heaven
itself? July 7. GOOD-MORNING! Even before I rise, my thoughts throng to
you, my immortal beloved!--sometimes full of joy, and yet again sad,
waiting to see whether Fate will hear us. I must live either wholly with
you, or not at all. Indeed I have resolved to wander far from you [see
No. 13] till the moment arrives when I can fly into your arms, and feel
that they are my home, and send forth my soul in unison with yours into
the realm of spirits. Alas! it must be so! You will take courage, for
you know my fidelity. Never can another possess my heart--never, never!
Oh, heavens! Why must I fly from her I so fondly love? and yet my
existence in W. was as miserable as here. Your love made me the most
happy and yet the most unhappy of men. At my age, life requires a
uniform equality; can this be found in our mutual relations? My angel! I
have this moment heard that the post goes every day, so I must conclude,
that you may get this letter the sooner. Be calm! for we can only attain
our object of living together by the calm contemplation of our
existence. Continue to love me. Yesterday, to-day, what longings for
you, what tears for you! for you! for you! my life! my all! Farewell!
Oh! love me forever, and never doubt the faithful hear