I am feeling absurd. I had this tinge of shyness in my chest not before; but now I cannot bring myself to fail it. I am quite on the edge of the danger of falling in love again, yet I am anything but regret it; I am, again, devouring its marvel with the tenderest hopes of seeing him every time I venture out of my grounds, and into the winter's raging scenes. Oh, how unfortunate! I have savagely fought it - hurling myself against his image so that it would be crushed and carried out of my mind, alas, inexplicably, towards nothing but misfortune! As if fate hath once again decreed my hearty unrest by this punishment. Punishments no-one could ever come to deny: the sacred desires of loving, and the foremost comfort from the touches of affection. Oh, how I am again imprisoned in this silly infatuation! I might as well be a kid to him; he is unreachable, I am a yellow light beneath his illuminated sky. He is unapproachable; yet he is as sweet and tender; with charm as adorable as the falling snow. Once I could not slaughter the hilarity of his doings; yon picture kept breathing on my mind; torturing it boundlessly with throngs of witty jests! Oh my love, free me of this inherent misery: free me and carry me into the idleness of thy world; and rock me there. Silently in tranquility; I would embrace and endorse my love for thee; how long I to bestow this kiss on thy redolent dignity.