I have vexed you greatly. But the cause was my love. And could I ever rid myself of it? You are always new. The last of your kisses was the sweetest of them, the last of your smiles the most radiant, the last of your movements the most graceful. And when you passed before my window yesterday, rapture seized me and

flooded through me, as though I were seeing you at that moment for the first time!

I did not doubt that I should devote to you all my love and worship, even if you did not love me. How then must my love and worship grow and take root, when I know that you love me?