Dopis, která napsal Gil Saře, když byl pryč.Nejprve se neodhodlal poslat ho, ale pak se rozhodl, že chce, aby Sara věděla, co se v něm píše a tak jí ho dal do knihy, kde ho později Sara našla.
Sara,
Our parting was awkward. I don't know
why I find it so difficult to express my
feelings to you. Even though we're far apart,
I can see you as lividly as if you were here
with me... I said I'll miss you, and I do.
As Shakespeare more aby wrote my sentiment by Sonet 47:
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other:
When that mine eye is famish'd for a look,
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
With my love's picture then my eye doth feast
And to the painted banquet bids my heart;
Another time mine eye is my heart's guest
And in his thoughts of love doth share a part:
So, either by thy picture or my love,
Thyself away art resent still with me;
For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them and they with thee;
Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight
Awakes my heart to heart's and eye's delight.
And each doth good turns now unto the other:
When that mine eye is famish'd for a look,
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
With my love's picture then my eye doth feast
And to the painted banquet bids my heart;
Another time mine eye is my heart's guest
And in his thoughts of love doth share a part:
So, either by thy picture or my love,
Thyself away art resent still with me;
For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them and they with thee;
Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight
Awakes my heart to heart's and eye's delight.
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