To Scott, March 1919

 

‘ […] All these soft, warm nights going to waste when I ought to be lying in your arms under the Moon – the dearest arms in the world – darling arms that I love so to feel around me – How much longer – before they’ll be there to stay? […] I don’t want to live – I want to love first, and live incidentally […].’

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