Unfortunately I must write in haste, my dear Angel, and not as I should like. You were with me in my dreams, at least so it seemed to me all day long yesterday. After having seen you off, I went home, and, full of sorrow, yearning, grief, and bad humor, I went back and lay on the bed in a melancholy mood. There I vividly dreamed of you once again, but I saw you also leaving me, walking farther and farther away. I was overcome with sadness, and with an anxious sigh I woke up! You may imagine my state at finding myself deserted and alone again. Ah, it is terrible! Goodbye, my beloved one. I'll write you soon more calmly and fully! Give my best regards to your family, whom I look forward to meeting. God protect you. Adieu, Adieu, my Minna.
Your
Richard Wagner
Source: Letters of Richard Wagner: The Burrell Collection, ed. John N. Burk (Macmillan, 1950), No. 4