1 The deep grief which this scene had at first excited quickly gave way to rage and despair.
2 From the tortures of my own heart, I turned to contemplate the deep and voiceless grief of my Elizabeth.
3 When it became noon, and the sun rose higher, I lay down on the grass and was overpowered by a deep sleep.
4 He talked of Geneva, which I should soon visit, of Elizabeth and Ernest; but these words only drew deep groans from me.
5 For my own part, I begin to love him as a brother, and his constant and deep grief fills me with sympathy and compassion.
6 The surface is very uneven, rising like the waves of a troubled sea, descending low, and interspersed by rifts that sink deep.
7 But I thought Werter himself a more divine being than I had ever beheld or imagined; his character contained no pretension, but it sank deep.
8 I continued to wind among the paths of the wood, until I came to its boundary, which was skirted by a deep and rapid river, into which many of the trees bent their branches, now budding with the fresh spring.
9 One morning, however, finding that my path lay through a deep wood, I ventured to continue my journey after the sun had risen; the day, which was one of the first of spring, cheered even me by the loveliness of its sunshine and the balminess of the air.
10 The interval was, consequently, spent in inaction; his grief only became more deep and rankling when he had leisure for reflection, and at length it took so fast hold of his mind that at the end of three months he lay on a bed of sickness, incapable of any exertion.
11 She looked forward to our union with placid contentment, not unmingled with a little fear, which past misfortunes had impressed, that what now appeared certain and tangible happiness might soon dissipate into an airy dream and leave no trace but deep and everlasting regret.
12 I knelt on the grass and kissed the earth and with quivering lips exclaimed, "By the sacred earth on which I kneel, by the shades that wander near me, by the deep and eternal grief that I feel, I swear; and by thee, O Night, and the spirits that preside over thee, to pursue the daemon who caused this misery, until he or I shall perish in mortal conflict."
13 With this deep consciousness of what they owed towards the being to which they had given life, added to the active spirit of tenderness that animated both, it may be imagined that while during every hour of my infant life I received a lesson of patience, of charity, and of self-control, I was so guided by a silken cord that all seemed but one train of enjoyment to me.
14 For a few moments I gazed with delight on her dark eyes, fringed by deep lashes, and her lovely lips; but presently my rage returned; I remembered that I was forever deprived of the delights that such beautiful creatures could bestow and that she whose resemblance I contemplated would, in regarding me, have changed that air of divine benignity to one expressive of disgust and affright.