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The Sorrows of Werter

By Johann Wolfgang Goethe


July 6.

CHarlotte is still with her dying friend; and is still the same, still the same kind attentive creature, who softens pain, and gives happiness whichever way she turns. She went out yesterday with her little sisters; I knew it, and went to meet her, and we walked together. In coming back towards the town, we stopped at the spring I am so fond of, and which is become a thousand times dearer to me now that Charlotte has sat by the side of it. I looked around me, and I recalled the time I had passed there, when my heart was unoccupied and alone. "Dear spring," said I, "I have not since that time enjoyed cool repose by your {58} fresh stream; and often passing hastily by, I have not even seen you." I fixed my eyes upon Charlotte, and was struck with a lively sense of all that I possess in her.