Thursday, February 2, 2012

{love letter::day two::Nathaniel Hawthorne}

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Nathaniel Hawthorne

To his wife, Sophia Amelia Peabody


5 December 1839


Dearest,

I wish I had the gift of making rhymes, for me thinks there is poetry in my head and heart since I have been in love with you. You are a Poem. Of what sort, then? Epic? Mercy on me, no! A sonnet? No; for that is too labored and artificial. You are a sort of sweet, simple, gay, pathetic ballad, which Nature is singing, sometimes with tears, sometimes with smiles, and sometimes with intermingled smiles and tears.



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