Wagner and his Isolde . ride resembled a huge chain that wouldbar my path. It gave me much to thinkabout. Tired out, I returned in the eveningto the city of the lagoons and asked myselfwhat was the chief impression this outing onfirm soil had made upon me. I was so de-pressed that all I could remember was thedust and the wretched, cruelly tormentedhorses, which I saw again. Sadly I gazedupon my silent canal. Dust and poor,tormented, miserable horses —well, they arenot here?—but they exist.—With that Iextinguished my lamp, prayed my angel tobless me,—with that the light within me wentout,—dust
Wagner and his Isolde . ride resembled a huge chain that wouldbar my path. It gave me much to thinkabout. Tired out, I returned in the eveningto the city of the lagoons and asked myselfwhat was the chief impression this outing onfirm soil had made upon me. I was so de-pressed that all I could remember was thedust and the wretched, cruelly tormentedhorses, which I saw again. Sadly I gazedupon my silent canal. Dust and poor,tormented, miserable horses —well, they arenot here?—but they exist.—With that Iextinguished my lamp, prayed my angel tobless me,—with that the light within me wentout,—dust and torment vanished. Next day to work again. And then I had letters to write. But Ihave told you about that. To-morrow I planmore work. This letter, however, had to bewritten first. With it I glide into the be-yond, thither where the light grows dim,where dust and torment vanish. To you, child, thanks,—for being myguide. Who would grudge it me? A thousand greetings! A thousand rarelybeautiful greetings! 144. Myrrha Wesendoxk(Afterwards Von Bissing) MOAN OF A BREAKING HEART TO MYRRHA Venice, March 10, 1859. That really was a wonderfully well writtenletter I have received from you! Whoeverdoubts this should take a look at it himself!My dear child, I myself cannot write so beau-tifully; I am much too old for anything ofthe kind! Therefore, if there is anything inmy reply which you are unable to decipher,ask your mother, who has been so successfulin teaching you how to write, to help youread it. No doubt there are many thingswhich you can read without mothers I do not doubt for a moment. But aletter of mine is something quite differentand far more difficult, for the very reasonthat I never had a Myrrha to instruct inwriting. That is the reason I have formed ahabit of writing quite in my own way andwhich will not be easy for you to make let mother help you. I was glad to hear from you that Karl isgrowing so finely. Just because he doesnthappen to have
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