My blessed
the days are going & I / never see or hear of you - and / it is a detestable way of / living, this, of never seeing / you - it's living in sin. that's / the stern fact - / only that poor Nelly Colenso / told me about you - & cheered / my crumbling heart by saying / you liked me - ah one or two / such pretty things she repeated / - only perhaps you didn't say / them - or didn't mean them - / - never mind I've got them into / my head - & perhaps you did say them / send me a little word & say / what next can be done about / the Sheffield Chapel - I am / much better, strength pours / into me again and I am / to day seventeen years old - / and at thy feet to do all / you want. / So say in a little dear letter / what is the next step - that / I may think it all over - / I have been a poor thing / all the year, but am / much revived - / but I end as I began / that a life spent without / constant communication between / us in a wicked sort of life / that are right both to be / ashamed of and can expect / no blessing upon - / Love to Joan. - to Arthur / ever your loving Ned / Burne Jones Sheffield Chapel