July 7, 1801

Though still in bed my thoughts go out to you, my
Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully, then
sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear
us. I can live only wholly with you or not at all—
yes, I am resolved to wander so long away from
you until I can fly to your arms and say that I am
really at home, send my soul enwrapped in you
into the land of spirits.—Yes, unhappily it must be
so—you will be the more resolved since you know
my fidelity—to you, no one can ever again possess
my heart—none—never—Oh, God! why is it
necessary to part from one whom one so loves and
yet my life in Vienna is now a wretched life—your
love makes me at once the happiest and the
unhappiest of men—at my age, I need a steady,
quiet life—can that be under our conditions? My
angel, I have just been told that the mail coach
goes every day—and I must close at once so you
may receive the L. at once. Be calm, only by a
calm consideration of our existence can we
achieve our purpose to live together—be calm—
love me—today—yesterday—what tearful longings
for you—you—you—my life—my all—farewell—Oh
continue to love me—never misjudge the most
faithful heart of your beloved L.

ever thine
ever mine
ever for each other