Every Beginning has an End
The persuasion that I shall see her no more will kill me. I can bear to die – I cannot bear to leave her. Oh, God! Every thing I have in my trunks that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear. I have coals of fire in my breast. It surprised me that the human heart is capable of contai…ning and bearing so much misery. Was I born for this end?
– (Keats, 1820)