Letter from Edward Thomas to his wife, Helen Thomas. Archival reference: 424/1/1/1/1/98
61 Shelgate Road
Dearest Helen,
I hope you do not wake unhappy after our happy day, the day
on which I loved and praised you most. My sullenness was
partly severe bodily pain (you understand where and why, alas!),
for which there is no remedy; partly boredom at the frivolous
conduct of your people, and the undignified powerless conduct
of yourself; partly avarice. If you can forget all this, there is no
reason for any unhappiness.
Tell me soon how you are: and as for me - I will come round at
your invitation (saying they are out, or what not), or when my
foot (should it, as is not likely, turn out bad) allows me.

Lovely one, dearest, kindest, most innocent, Goodbye! I wish I
had that purity of heart which alone could love as you love.
Goodbye. Edward.