济慈诗歌和书信选(英文版)34 To Fanny Brawne, 1st July, 1819 Shanklin, Isle(在线收听

   To Fanny Brawne, 1st July, 1819 Shanklin, Isle of Wight

  My dearest Lady:
  I am glad I had not an opportunity of sending off a letter which I wrote for you on Tuesday night - t'was too much like one out of Rousseau' Heloise. I am more reasonable this morning. The morning is the only proper time for me to write to a beautiful girl whom I love so much: for at night, when the day has closed, and the lonely, silent, unmusical Chamber is waiting to receive me as into a sepulcher, then believe me my passion gets entirely the sway, then I would not have you see those rhapsodies which I once thought it impossible I should ever give way to, and which I have often laughed at in another, for fear you should think me either too unhappy or perhaps a little mad. I am now at a very pleasant Cottage window, looking onto a beautiful hilly country, with a glimpse of the sea; the morning is fine; I do not know how elastic my spirit might be, what pleasure I might have in living here and breathing and wandering as free as a stag about this beautiful coast if the remembrance of you did not weigh upon me. I have never known any unalloyed Happiness for many days together: the death or sickness of some one has always spoilt my hours - and now when none such troubles oppress me, it is you must confess very hard that another sort of pain should haunt me. Ask yourself my love whether you are not very cruel to have so entrammelled me, so destroyed my freedom. Will you confess this in the letter you must write immediately and do all you can to console me in it - make it rich as a draught of poppies to intoxicate me - write the softest words and kiss them that I may at least touch my lips where yours have been. For myself I know not how to express my devotion to so fair a form: I want a brighter word than bright, a fairer word than fair. I almost wish we were butterflies and lived but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain. But however selfish I may feel, I am sure I could never act selfishly: as I told you a day or two before I left Hampstead, I will never return to London if my Fate does not turn up Pam or at least a Court - yard. Though I could center my happiness in you, I cannot expect to engross your heart so entirely - indeed if I thought you felt as much for me as I do for you at this moment I do not think I could restrain myself from seeing you again tomorrow for the delight of one embrace. But no - I must live upon hope and Chance. In case of the worst that can happen, I shall still love you - but what hatred shall I have for another! Some lines I read the other day are continually ringing a peal in my ears:
  To see those eyes I prize above mine own
  Dart favors on another --
  And those sweet lips (yielding immortal nectar)
  Be gently pressed by any but myself --
  Think, think Francesca, what a cursed thing
  It were beyond expression!
  Do write immediately. There is no post from this place, so you must address Post office, New Port, Isle of Wright. I know before night I shall curse myself for having sent you so cold a letter, yet it is better to do it as much in my senses as possible. Be as kind as the distance will permit.
  Yours,
  J. Keats
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