21–27 September 1840

Cities and coaches shall never impose on me again." . . .

You would have me love you. What shall I love? Your body? The supposition disgusts you. What you have thought and said ? Well, whilst you were thinking and saying them, but not now. I see no possibility of loving anything but what now is, and is becoming; your cour- age, your enterprise, your budding affection, your opening thought, your prayer, I can love, — but what else ?