I am sitting with my
back to [the fire] with one foot rather askew upon the rug and the
other with the heel a little elevated from the carpet—I am writing this on [a copy of] the
Maid’s tragedy which I have read since tea with Great pleasure. Besides this volume of Beaumont &
Fletcher—there are on the tab[le] two volumes of chaucer and a new work of Tom
Moores called “Tom Cribb’s memorial to Congress”—nothing in it. These are trifles—but I require nothing
so much of you as that you will give me a like description of yourselves,
however it may be when you are writing to me—Could I see the same thing done of
any great Man long since dead it would be a great delight: as to know in what
position Shakespeare sat when he began “To be or not to be”—such thing[s]
become interesting from distance of time or place. I hope you are both now in that sweet sleep which no two
beings deserve more tha[n] you do—I must fancy you so—and please myself in the
fancy of speaking a prayer and a blessing over you and your lives—God bless you—I
whisper good night in your ears and you will dream of me.
2 comments:
So sweet...thanks for sharing. I love Keats.
Reminded me of a blog post or Facebook post with its "here's a snapshot of my life this moment" quality ... of an infinitely higher quality than most of course ... not much new under the sun I guess!
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