When she came the last time she had in her Hand as I entered, the "Choir invisible."
"Superb," she said as she shut the Book, stooping to receive me, but fervor suffocates me. Thank you for "the Sonnet"- I have lain it at her loved feet.
Not knowing when Herself may comeI think she would rather have stayed with us, but perhaps she will learn the Customs of Heaven, as the Prisoner of Chillon of Captivity.
You asked had I read "the Notices."
I have been very ill, Dear friend, since November, bereft of Book and Thought, by the Doctor's reproof, but begin to roam in my Room now -
I think of you with absent Affection, and the Wife and Child I never have seen, Legend and Love in one-
Audacity of Bliss, said Jacob to the Angel "I will not let thee go except I bless thee"-Pugilist and Poet, Jacob was correct-