I have your second letter, and am almost too agitated to write – but you will understand.
It would be absurd to suppress any thing.
I am and have long pledged to myself to make your happiness my first object in life.
If I can make you happy, I have no other consideration.
I will trust to you for all I should look up to – all I can love.
The fear of not realizing your expectations is the only one I now feel.
Convince me – it is all I wish – that my affection may supply what is wanting in my character to form your happiness.
This is a moment of joy which I have too much despaired of ever experiencing – I dared not believe it possible, and I have painfully supported a determination founded in fact on the belief that you did not wish it removed – that its removal would not be for your good.
There has in reality been scarcely a change in my sentiments. More of this I defer.
I wrote by last post – with different feelings!
Let me be grateful for those with which I now acknowledge myself
Most affectly yours.
Seaham Hall (September 14 1814)
Lord Byron’s Wife Malcolm Elwin (London: John Murray 1962)