13th October, 1819.
College Street
My dearest girl,
This moment I have set myself to copy some verses out fair. I cannot proceed with any degree of content.
I must write you a line or two and see if that will assist in dismissing you from my mind for ever so short a time.
Upon my soul I can think of nothing else.
The time is passed when I had power to advise and warn you against the unpromising morning of my life.
My love has made me selfish. I cannot exist without you.
I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again.
My life seems to stop there. I see no further. You have absorbed me.
I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving.
I should be exquisitely miserable without the hope of soon seeing you.
I should be afraid to separate myself far from you.
My sweet Fanny, will your heart never change? My love, will it? I have no limit now to my love.
Your note came in just here. I cannot be "happier"away from you. It is richer than an argosy of pearls.
Do not threat me, even in jest.
I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for religion. I have shuddered at it. I shudder no more.
I could be martyred for my religion. Love is my religion. I could die for that.
I could die for you. My creed is love and you are its only tenet.
You have ravished me away by a power I cannot resist; and yet I could resist till I saw you;
and even since I have seen you I have endeavoredoften "to reason against the reasons of my Love."
I can do that no more; the pain would be too great.
My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.
Yours for ever
John Keats