you. I sometimes feel now as if my brain were utterly wrecked. I
know not what is the matter; I gasp, when I think of you. I am
convinced of heaven and hell almost in the same breath--experience
each in rapid succession. One touch of your hand and one look, I
think would cure me. I seem as if in a thunder-storm--pitchy
blackness with flashes of light--and in the flashes I see you, my
beloved!

XXV

Thyrsis:

I am atrociously weary of being able to depend upon myself not at
all; but oh, how marvellously sweet and good you are to me! I shall
never be able to pay you for your help!

Dear Heaven, what a cup of bitterness I have drunk, since I last saw
you! Dearest, you have really torn me to pieces, unwittingly. But
now I am healed, and I may go on in your blessed sight, with my
terrors gone forever.

And then I actually wonder if you have an earthly form! It will be
very strange to see you and touch you, I sometimes wake up with a
start at the thought of it!

XXVI

Thyrsis:

Here I am, the most restless and miserable and uncomfortable and