know that with you I can be what I have hoped. With you before my
eyes I have a grim resolution to conquer or die. The one thing I am
sure of always is my love for you. It might be possible for you to
stop loving me; but I, now that I have begun, shall continue to love
you to the day I die--and after, I hope. I do not love you for what
you can give me, I love you because you are you, I must love you now
no matter what you are. I believe Shakespeare was right when he said
that "love is not love which alters, when it alteration finds." I do
not believe that a person can really love more than once.

I must go to my German again and leave you. Do you love me? Do you
love me? Do you love me?

II

My dearest Corydon:

I received a letter from you before dinner, and as usual had one of
my flights of emotion, and thought of many things to write to you.
Now I am up on the mountain-side, trying to recall them. Dearest,
you are, as always, more precious to me. I am glad to see that you
are suffering some, and I think that it is well that you have to be
away from me for awhile, to fight some of your own soul's battles.
You see that I am in my stern humor; as convinced as ever that the
soul is to be deepened only by effort, and that the great glory of
life cannot be bought or stolen, or even given for love, but must be
earned.

I will tell you what I have been doing since you left. I spent three
whole days in the most unimaginable wretchedness; I had no