And how I love you with all there is of me to love -- heart and soul and brain , every fibre of body and spirit thrilling to the wonder and marvel and miracle of it ! You do not know it , my sweet , and you must never know it . You would not even wish to know it , for I am nothing to you but one of many friends , coming into your life briefly and passing out of it , of no more account to you than a sunshiny hour , a bird 's song , a bursting bud in your garden . But the hour and the bird and the flower gave you a little delight in their turn , and when you remembered them once before forgetting , that was their reward and blessing . That is all I ask , dear lady , and I ask that only in my own heart . I am content to love you and be forgotten . It is sweeter to love you and be forgotten than it would be to love any other woman and live in her lifelong remembrance : so humble has love made me , sweet , so great is my sense of my own unworthiness . Yet love must find expression in some fashion , dear , else it is only pain , and hence these letters to you which you will never read . I put all my heart into them ; they are the best and highest of me , the buds of a love that can never bloom openly in the sunshine of your life . I weave a chaplet of them , dear , and crown you with it . They will never fade , for such love is eternal . It is a whole summer since I first met you . I had been waiting for you all my life before and did not know it . But I knew it when you came and brought with you a sense of completion and fulfilment . This has been the precious year of my life , the turning-point to which all things past tended and all things future must look back . Oh , my dear , I thank you for this year ! It has been your royal gift to me , and I shall be rich and great forever because of it . Nothing can ever take it from me , nothing can mar it . It were well to have lived a lifetime of loneliness for such a boon -- the price would not be too high . I would not give my one perfect summer for a generation of other men 's happiness .
There are those XXXXX the world who would laugh at me , who would pity me , Una .
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