it is nothing new to you--Brown's remembrances to you-- As far as I know we shall remain at Winchester for a goodish while--
Ever your sincere friend John Keats.
Address: Miss Brawne ∣ Wentworth Place ∣ Hampstead, ∣ Middx ∣ Post. Paid
Postmarks: WINCHESTER 16 AU 1819 and PAID 17 AU 1819.
Winchester August 17th1
My dear Girl--what shall I say for myself? I have been here four days and not yet written you--'tis true I have had many teasing letters of business to dismiss--and I have been in the Claws, like a Serpent in an Eagle's, of the last act of our Tragedy.2 This is no excuse; I know it; I do not presume to offer it. I have no right either to ask a speedy answer to let me know how lenient you are--I must remain some days in a Mist--I see you through a Mist: as I dare say you do me by this time. Believe in the first Letters I wrote you: I assure you I felt as I wrote--I could not write so now. The thousand images I have had pass through my brain--my uneasy spirits--my unguess'd fate--all sp〈r〉ead as a veil between me and you--Remember I have had no idle leisure to brood over you--'tis well perhaps I have not. I could not have endured the throng of Jealousies3 that used to haunt me before I had plunged so deeply into imaginary interests. I would feign, as my sails are set, sail on without an interruption for a Brace of Months longer-- I am in complete cue--in the fever; and shall in these four Months do an immense deal--This Page as my eye skims over it I see is excessively unloverlike and ungallant--I cannot help it--I am no officer in yawning quarters; no Parson-romeo. My Mind is heap'd to the full; stuff'd like a cricket ball--if I strive to fill it more it would burst. I know the generallity of women would hate me for this;____________________