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the sorrow of her life that she had not sent the
verses in time to win him. All her pain circled round
that point. “If I had not waited so long; if I had
not let so many days go by.” Those written words
would have given her happiness or at least life’s
reality. She was certain they would have brought
him back.
Sorrow did for her the same service love would
have done. It moulded her into a whole individuality
with a strength of devotion for good or evil.
Strong feelings streamed through her soul, never
again frozen by the spirit of self-analysis. And so,
in spite of her lost beauty, she was greatly loved.
Yet they say she never forgot Gösta Berling. She
mourned him as one mourns over a wasted life.
And her poor verses, which were much read at
one time, have long since been forgotten. Yet they
are very touching, as I look at them, written on
yellowed paper in faded ink, in a close, elegant
handwriting. There is the longing of a whole life bound
up in those poor words, and I copy them with a
mysterious sense of awe, as if some secret strength
lay in them.
I beg you to read and think them over. Who
knows what power they might have had if they had
been sent? They are passionate enough to bear
witness to true feeling. Perhaps they would have
brought him back to her. They are tender and wistful
in their awkward formlessness. No one would
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