To Fanny Brawne (24 February, 1820)
24 (?) February 1820
My dearest Girl,
Indeed I will not deceive you with respect to my Health. This is the fact as far as I know. I have been confined three weeks and am not yet well – this proves that there is something wrong about me which my constitution will either conquer or give way to – Let us hope for the best. Do you
hear the Thrush singing over the field? I think it is a sign of mild weather – so much the better for me. Like all Sinners now I am ill I philosophise aye out of my attachment to every thing, Trees, flowers, Thrushes Spring, Summer, Claret &c &c aye every thing but you – my Sister would be glad of my company a little longer. That Thrush – is a fine fellow I hope he was fortunate in his choice this year – Do not send any more of my Books home. I have a great pleasure in the thought of you looking on them.
my sweet Fanny