(Music: plangent strings)
KEATS (voiceover)
My dearest lady, I am now at a very pleasant cottage window, looking onto a beautifully hilly country, with a view of the sea; the morning is very fine. I do not know how elastic my spirit might be, what pleasure I might have in living here if the remembrance of you did not weigh so upon me. Ask yourself, my love, whether you are not very cruel to have so entrammelled me, so destroyed my freedom. For myself I know not how to express my devotion to so fair a form: I want a brighter word than bright, a fairer word than fair. I almost wish we were butterflies and lived but three summer days. Three such days with you I could fill with more delight then fifty common years could ever contain
