It is
this: I love him more than he loves me, and in that thought I find
content. When two love, one must love more than the other, and
blessed is he who loves best. I think that if I felt his love
o'ershadowed mine, I should be miserable, I should have some
sensation of unpayable debt. As it stands, he does not know he is my
debtor; only I know it, and I delight in the knowledge. Let him love
me and love me, he will never love me enough; on the other hand, I
yearn so for his love that all he gives me I cherish and am grateful
for; by this means, whether he love me much or little, I shall
always be satisfied.
You must not suppose, because of what I say, that he does not love
me intensely; my love is unmatchable, that is all. He tells me every
day that he could not live without me, and, indeed, it is true. He
relies upon me entirely, calls upon my care incessantly; and very
sweet it is to feel that the supreme God of my Heaven is as a child
in my arms. Ah, I am happy, the world is good, and now the spring is
coming. We rejoice in the growth of the year; Gabriel longs for the
first primrose. He is so hard at work that I think it unlikely we
shall get married before the end of April; the poem is writing
itself at present; it would be a sin to interfere with its progress.
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