A Letter From Him

"My dearest," he wrote, "or so I should like to call you, if you would allow it. What could I say that might sway your sweet heart to my favor? What words could turn your eyes, blue as the heavens on a cloudless day, towards me? You must know, I'm certain, that I dream of you, for surely it is apparent in my every longing gaze. Do you also know how it pains me that we may meet only under the most cautious and constrained circumstances, if at all? I can withstand this torment no longer. Please join me at Barstell's Tea-House, where (with luck) no member of my family or yours shall happen across us, this Tuesday evening at seven o'clock. I wait for you breathlessly, and remain



A Complex Statue