But real action is in silent moments. The epochs of our life are not in the visible facts of our choice of a calling, our marriage, our acquisition of an office, and the like, but in a silent thought by the wayside as we walk;in a thought which revises our entire manner of life, and says, "Thus hast thou done, but it were better thus."
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861) was married to another prominent poet Robert Browning who published the rest of her works after her death. This beautiful sonnet is the 43rd of her collection of love poems called Sonnets from the Portuguese published in 1850.
While searching for more old correspondence online I stumbled upon this blog containing a collection of several LETTERS OF NOTE from Michael Jordan's funny and cute love note to his dearest Laquette to a Lt. General's very cleverly concealed message.
Most notable one is from a former slave written to his old master. Here's the whole transcript: