Estella

You are part of my existence, part of myself,

You have been in every line that I ever read,

You have been in every prospect I have ever seen,

On the river, on the sails of the ship,

On the marshes, in the cloud,

In the light, in the darkness,

In the wind, in the woods,

In the sea, in the streets,

You have been the embodiment of every graceful fancy that my mind has ever become acquainted with,

Estella,

To the last hour of my life,

You cannot choose but to remain part of my character,

Part of the little good in me, part of the evil.

C.D.