hand on my burning forehead. Thus you are—though far away—my nurse and my healer.
'Forgive this short letter, but the least exertion makes my weak head giddy. I don't send you any kisses, for even in my thoughts my sickness must not touch your young health and beauty. I understand so well the leper, who watched in wonderment a beautiful woman pass by, and then with humble adoration kissed the mark of her foot-steps in the dust. — Yours,
He loves flowers. Unfortunately the state of my finances does not permit a very great extravagance. But even if I have to dig the money out of the pavement, he shall, every day until we meet again, have some choice flowers from me.
To-day a black-red rose amongst red crocuses. Which means, all my thoughts are circling like foam of white doves round you, my splendid dark-eyed Sheik.
A HANDFUL of gigantic mignonettes and some forget-me-nots: I come to you without splendour, but I give you my love strong and passionate like the scent of the mignonette. I give you my trusting faithfulness like the child-eyed-flower of the forget-me-not.
VIOLETS and white moss-roses:
My love grows in secret, yet, it is blue like the summer sky, white like the winter snow.
