My most beloved Sophia, Precious Love, Breath of Life,

Let no tears stain your beauty in thought of this moment not realized – no, but see the morning when my ship shall sail into the harbor with white sails billowing.
As Mr. Wordsworth wrote -
“Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting – The Soul that rises within us, hath elsewhere had its setting and cometh from afar.
We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind, in the primal sympathy which having been, must ever be – In the Faith that looks through Death.”

My Sophia, My Precious and Fervent One, My Only One ....

To you, All my love.


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