not yet I don't!

“My dearest lady,

I am now at a very pleasant cottage window, looking onto a beautifully hilly country, with a view of the sea. The morning is very fine. I do not know how elastic my spirit might be— what pleasure I may have in living here if the remembrance of you did not weigh so upon me? Ask yourself, my love, whether you are not very cruel to have so entrammelled me, so destroyed my freedom. For myself I know not how to express my devotion to so fair a form: I want a brighter word than bright, a fairer word than fair. I almost wish we were butterflies and lived but three summer days— three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain. Will you confess this in a letter? You must write immediately, and do all you can to console me in it. Make it rich as a draught of poppies to intoxicate me, write the softest words and kiss them that I may at least touch my lips where yours have been.”

“My dear Mr Keats,

Thank you for your letter. Lately I felt so nervous and ill I had to stay five days in bed. Having received your letter, I am up again, walking our paths in the heath. I’ve begun a butterfly farm in our bedroom in honor of us. Sammy and Toots are catching them for me— Samuel has made a science of it, and is collecting both caterpillars and and chrysalises so we may have them fluttering about us a week or more.”

I know Fanny’s response isn’t in the clip (unfortunately), but I added it anyway.