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This is a portion of a
letter from Darcy to Elizabeth as they are separated for a time during their
engagement. Due to the conflicts in the story, they must actually keep their
engagement a secret. It took several weeks, and a few letters, to get to this point
but Mr. Darcy is finally able to woo Elizabeth! I think he does a pretty good
job!
It is much easier to explain when I realised the deep, abiding love I
felt for you. I had accompanied Bingley to yet another ball. I had left
Hertfordshire determined to forget you and had resigned myself to a marriage of
duty and with little affection. Too soon, I realised what I believed was mere
infatuation was the stirrings of love. For weeks, I compared every young lady
to you, but none of them met your standard. In the midst of this ball, while I
danced with some lady I do not recall, I
thought instead of dancing with you at Netherfield. I began to imagine marriage to you, a future with you.
I had been careful not to ponder the thought before. But finally, I admitted to
myself that I did not wish to deny myself true happiness and gave a loose rein
to my fancy and indulged my imagination. I knew then I could never marry
another, for you pierce my soul.
I know a young lady who once jested that poetry drives away love, that
it is not the food of love; but rather everything nourishes a fine, stout,
healthy love. I laughed at the jest then, but now I perceive truth in it, for I
find that even our trials nourish my love for you.
Today, I find myself captivated by memories of your eyes. The poets
cannot do them justice, but even still, these words are all I have:
If I could write the
beauty of your eyes
And in fresh numbers
number all your graces,
The age to come would
say ‘This poet lies:
Such heavenly touches
ne’er touch’d earthly faces.’
Drink to me, only with
thine eyes,
And I
will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in
the cup,
And
I’ll not look for wine.
The thirst, that from
the soul doth rise,
Doth
ask a drink divine:
But might I of Jove’s nectar
sup,
I
would not change for thine.
And to remind you of my
constancy:
O my Luve’s like a red,
red rose
That’s newly sprung in
June;
O my Luve’s like the
melodie
That’s sweetly play’d in
tune.
As fair art thou, my
bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve thee
still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang
dry:
Till a’ the seas gang
dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’
the sun:
I will luve thee still,
my dear,
While
the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare thee well, my
only Luve
And fare thee well, a
while!
And I will come again,
my Luve,
Tho’ it were ten
thousand mile.
Yours in passionate fidelity
and adoration,
F. Darcy
Elizabeth
felt as though she could scarcely breathe after reading the depth of Darcy’s
regard and admiration. After allowing a few moments to compose herself, she
began to leaf through book. She soon came to the conclusion that Darcy recorded
the lines in this journal while thinking of her over the course of their
acquaintance. She perused his letter again and realised the loneliness from
which he must have suffered. He appeared to have much of his mother’s
personality, and she died when he was still young. The age difference between
Darcy and Georgiana made Elizabeth wonder if his small family had faced other
tragedies before the demise of their parents.
She
perceived that she still had much unravelling to do to understand Darcy better, as he seemed unwilling to speak on the misfortunes he had faced. Nevertheless,
she found his letter left her quite at peace. How fortunate this letter would
arrive today, just as she found herself frustrated by their separation and
jealous of his dance partners! As she closed her eyes and drifted off to a
well-deserved slumber, she could imagine his rich baritone whispering his words
of love as he held her tightly in his arms.
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Your affectionate friend,