Dear Kind A[malie]!
After I left you yesterday my condition again deteriorated; and from yesterday evening until now I have not got out of bed. I wanted to send you news of myself today. But I let it be, because on second thoughts it seemed to me that I would seem self-important to you – What on earth are you dreaming of when you say that you cannot be anything to me? When we meet again, dear A[malie], we must discuss this point. It was my constant wish that my presence would fill you with calm and peace and that you would confide in me – I hope to be better tomorrow; and during the remainder of your stay we shall still have a few hours left for our mutual uplifting and cheering surrounded by the beauties of nature – Good night, dear A[malie], very many thanks for the proofs of your feelings for your friend
Beethoven
I will dip into Tiedge’s poems.