Dear friend,
I hope with the pure strength of my heart that this letter reaches you well. I have heard that you are sick by the shores of the ocean’s kindness. May the doctor be this, the kindness of the ocean; for from the oceans life was first born, and ever from then onward it has loved these waters forever. And I do say with a healthy passion; let also the doctor be the works of thine medicine. For this reason which is your sickness, I shall cry forth my eyes with a most true and human sympathy. Your goodwill is like the moonlight which kisses the fabric of the world. Your friendship to me is a great lamp which has brought forth the midnight dancing of the firelight’s grace upon the thoughts of my imagination. And in these new thoughts is the moral brilliance of a well built character. For at this hour I have chosen sorrow over happiness; because my friendship beckons and calls me forth to a sympathy which is great and very surely faithful.
Yours truly,
From your beloved
September 1914