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Poe to Maria & Virginia Clemm, August 29, 1835

"My dearest Aunty,

I am blinded with tears while writing this letter--I have no wish to live another hour. Amid sorrow, and the deepest anxiety your letter reached--and you well know how little I am able to bear up under the pressure of grief. My bitterest enemy would pity me could he now read my heart. My last my last my only hold on life is cruelly torn away--I have no desire to live and will not. But let my duty be done. I love, you know I love Virginia passionately devotedly. I cannot express in words the fervent devotion I feel towards my dear little cousin--my own darling. But what can I say? Oh think for me for I am incapable of thinking. All of my thoughts are occupied with the supposition that both you and she will prefer to go with Neilson Poe. I do sincerely believe that your comforts will for the present be secured--I cannot speak as regards you peace--your happiness. You have both tender hearts--and you will always have the reflection that my agony is more than I can bear--that you have driven me to the grave--for love like mine can never be gotten over. It is useless to disguise the truth that when Virginia goes with N.P. that I shall never behold her again--that is absolutely sure. Pity me, my dear Aunty, pity me. I have no one now to fly to. I am among strangers, and my wretchedness is more than I can bear...

I had procured a sweet little house in a retired situation on Church Hill--newly done up and with a large garden and every convenience…I have been dreaming every day and night since of the rapture I should feel ini having my only friends--all I love on Earth with me there, and the pride I would take in making you both comfortable and in calling her my wife. But the dream is over. Oh God have mercy on me. What have I to live for? Among strangers with not one soul to love me…

Adieu my dear aunty. I cannot advise you. Ask Virginia. Leave it to her. Let me have, under her own hand, a letter, bidding me goodbye forever and I may die. My heart will break, but I will say no more.

E.A.P.

Kiss her for me ------ a million times.

For Virginia,

My love, my own sweetest Sissy, my darling little wifey, think well before you break the heart of your Cousin, Eddy."

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