Dec. 22nd, Eleven at night
If I wanted fresh roses which bloomed yesterday , the Countess Fiammetta or any little sempstress in Urbania might have given them me . What if the rose has fallen to dust ? If only I could hold Medea in my arms as I held it in my fingers , kiss her lips as I kissed its petals , should I not be satisfied if she too were to fall to dust the next moment , if I were to fall to dust myself ? _ Dec. 22nd , Eleven at night . -- _ I have seen her once more ! -- almost spoken to her . I have been promised her love !