liber amoris-第9节
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sing in the grey dawn of midnight； as in a moonlight without shadow。 The whole wide canopy of Heaven shed its reflex light upon them； like a pure crystal mirror。 No sharp points； no petty details； no hard contrastsevery object was seen softened yet distinct； in its simple outline and natural tones； transparent with an inward light； breathing its own mild lustre。 The landscape altogether was like an airy piece of mosaic…work； or like one of Poussin's broad massy landscapes or Titian's lovely pastoral scenes。 Is it not so； that poets see nature； veiled to the sight； but revealed to the soul in visionary grace and grandeur！ I confess the sight touched me； and might have removed all sadness except mine。 So （I thought） the light of her celestial face once shone into my soul； and wrapt me in a heavenly trance。 The sense I have of beauty raises me for a moment above myself； but depresses me the more afterwards； when I recollect how it is thrown away in vain admiration； and that it only makes me more susceptible of pain from the mortifications I meet with。 Would I had never seen her！ I might then not indeed have been happy； but at least I might have passed my life in peace； and have sunk into forgetfulness without a pang。The noble scenery in this country mixes with my passion； and refines； but does not relieve it。 I was at Stirling Castle not long ago。 It gave me no pleasure。 The declivity seemed to me abrupt； not sublime； for in truth I did not shrink back from it with terror。 The weather…beaten towers were stiff and formal： the air was damp and chill： the river winded its dull； slimy way like a snake along the marshy grounds： and the dim misty tops of Ben Leddi； and the lovely Highlands （woven fantastically of thin air） mocked my embraces and tempted my longing eyes like her； the sole queen and mistress of my thoughts！ I never found my contemplations on this subject so subtilised and at the same time so desponding as on that occasion。 I wept myself almost blind； and I gazed at the broad golden sunset through my tears that fell in showers。 As I trod the green mountain turf； oh！ how I wished to be laid beneath itin one grave with herthat I might sleep with her in that cold bed； my hand in hers； and my heart for ever stillwhile worms should taste her sweet body； that I had never tasted！ There was a time when I could bear solitude； but it is too much for me at present。 Now I am no sooner left to myself than I am lost in infinite space； and look round me in vain for suppose or comfort。 She was my stay； my hope： without her hand to cling to； I stagger like an infant on the edge of a precipice。 The universe without her is one wide； hollow abyss； in which my harassed thoughts can find no resting…place。 I must break off here； for the hysterica passio comes upon me； and threatens to unhinge my reason。
LETTER XI
My dear and good Friend； I am afraid I trouble you with my querulous epistles； but this is probably the last。 To…morrow or the next day decides my fate with respect to the divorce； when I expect to be a free man。 In vain！ Was it not for her and to lay my freedom at her feet； that I consented to this step which has cost me infinite perplexity； and now to be discarded for the first pretender that came in her way！ If so； I hardly think I can survive it。 You who have been a favourite with women； do not know what it is to be deprived of one's only hope； and to have it turned to shame and disappointment。 There is nothing in the world left that can afford me one drop of comfortTHIS I feel more and more。 Everything is to me a mockery of pleasure； like her love。 The breeze does not cool me： the blue sky does not cheer me。 I gaze only on her face averted from mealas！ the only face that ever was turned fondly to me！ And why am I thus treated？ Because I wanted her to be mine for ever in love or friendship； and did not push my gross familiarities as far as I might。 〃Why can you not go on as we have done； and say nothing about the word； FOREVER？〃 Was it not plain from this that she even then meditated an escape from me to some less sentimental lover？ 〃Do you allow anyone else to do so？〃 I said to her once； as I was toying with her。 〃No； not now！〃 was her answer； that is； because there was nobody else in the house to take freedoms with her。 I was very well as a stopgap； but I was to be nothing more。 While the coast was clear； I had it all my own way： but the instant C came； she flung herself at his head in the most barefaced way； ran breathless up stairs before him； blushed when his foot was heard； watched for him in the passage； and was sure to be in close conference with him when he went down again。 It was then my mad proceedings commenced。 No wonder。 Had I not reason to be jealous of every appearance of familiarity with others； knowing how easy she had been with me at first； and that she only grew shy when I did not take farther liberties？ What has her character to rest upon but her attachment to me； which she now denies； not modestly； but impudently？ Will you yourself say that if she had all along no particular regard for me； she will not do as much or more with other more likely men？ 〃She has had；〃 she says； 〃enough of my conversation；〃 so it could not be that！ Ah！ my friend； it was not to be supposed I should ever meet even with the outward demonstrations of regard from any woman but a common trader in the endearments of love！ I have tasted the sweets of the well practiced illusion； and now feel the bitterness of knowing what a bliss I am deprived of； and must ever be deprived of。 Intolerable conviction！ Yet I might； I believe； have won her by other methods； but some demon held my hand。 How indeed could I offer her the least insult when I worshipped her very footsteps； and even now pay her divine honours from my inmost heart； whenever I think of her； abased and brutalised as I have been by that Circean cup of kisses； of enchantments； of which I have drunk！ I am choked； withered； dried up with chagrin； remorse； despair； from which I have not a moment's respite； day or night。 I have always some horrid dream about her； and wake wondering what is the matter that 〃she is no longer the same to me as ever？〃 I thought at least we should always remain dear friends； if nothing moredid she not talk of coming to live with me only the day before I left her in the winter？ But 〃she's gone； I am abused； and my revenge must be to LOVE her！〃Yet she knows that one line； one word would save me； the cruel； heartless destroyer！ I see nothing for it but madness； unless Friday brings a change； or unless she is willing to let me go back。 You must know I wrote to her to that purpose； but it was a very quiet； sober letter； begging pardon； and professing reform for the future； and all that。 What effect it will have； I know not。 I was forced to get out of the way of her answer； till Friday came。
Ever yours。
TO S。 L。
My dear Miss L； EVIL TO THEM THAT EVIL THINK； is an old saying； and I have found it a true one。 I have ruined myself by my unjust suspicions of you。 Your sweet friendship was the balm of my life； and I have lost it； I fear for ever； by one fault and folly after another。 What would I give to be restored to the place in your esteem； which； you assured me； I held only a few months ago！ Yet I was not contented； but did all I could to torment myself and harass you by endless doubts and jealousy。 Can you not forget and forgive the past； and judge of me by my conduct in future？ Can you not take all my follies in the lump； and say like a good； generous girl； 〃Well； I'll think no more of them？〃 In a word； may I come back； and try to behave better？ A line to say so would be an additional favour to so many already received by
Your obliged friend；
And sincere well…wisher。
LETTER XII。 TO C。 P
I have no answer from her。 I'm mad。 I wish you to call on M in confidence； to say I intend to make her an offer of my hand； and that I will write to her father to that effect the instant I am free； and ask him whether he thinks it will be to any purpose； and what he would advise me to do。
UNALTERED LOVE
〃Love is not love that alteration finds： Oh no！ it is an ever…fixed mark； That looks on tempests and is never shaken。〃
Shall I not love her for herself alone； in spite of fickleness and folly？ To love her for her regard to me； is not to love her； but myself。 She has robbed me of herself： shall she also rob me of my love of her？ Did I not live on her smile？ Is it less sweet because it is withdrawn from me？ Did I not adore her every grace？ Does she bend less enchantingly； because she has turned from me to another？ Is my love then in the power of fortune； or of her caprice？ No； I will have it lasting as it is pure； and I will make a Goddess of her； and build a temple to her in my heart； and worship her on indestructible altars； and raise statues to her： and my homage shall be unblemished as her unrivalled symmetry of form； and when that fails； the memory of it shall survive； and my bosom shall be proof to scorn； as hers has been to pity； and I will pursue her with an unrelenting love； and sue to be her slave； and tend her steps without notice
