12 June, 1891
I thought I was going to go a week without writing one of these but then you had to come over and talk to me at that party tonight and then I couldn't fall asleep afterwards because I just kept thinking about it, so I tried to read and obviously everything made me think about it more. Here's some lines from 'Isolation' which is about exactly what you might imagine:
The heart can bind itself alone,
And faith may oft be unreturned.
Self-swayed our feelings ebb and swell -
Thou lov'st no more - Farewell! Farewell!
Farewell! - and thou, thou lonely heart,
Which never yet without remorse
Even for a moment didst depart
From thy remote and sphered course
To haunt the place where passions reign -
Back to thy solitude again!
That description of people who were in love haunting the place where passions reigned really stood out to me. I hadn't ever thought of it before but I suppose it's something to be glad of; that we only ever met at your house and I don't have to see those rooms in any other context. And I suppose it's fine for you, since you're — well. It's different for you. At least I think it is. Sometimes I don't know.
Set by Lady!