"...Ask yourself my love whether you are not very cruel to have so entrammelled me, so destroyed my freedom. Will you confess this in the Letter you must write immediately and do all you can to console me in it- make it rich as a draught of poppies to intoxicate me- write the softest words and kiss them that I may at least touch my lips where yours have been. For myself I know not how to express my devotion to so fair a form: I want a brighter word than bright, a fairer word than fair. (...) Do write immediately. There is no Post from this Place, so you must address Post Office, Newport, Isle of Wight. I know before night I shall curse myself for having sent you so cold a Letter; yet it is better to do it as much in my senses as possible. Be as kind as the distance will permit.
Πάει κι η Κάρολ, πίσω στα Νορβηγικά Φιόρδ. Μου άφησε ένα John Keats, So Bright and Delicate, Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne, κι ένα σημείωμα,"You are a sweetheart".