Here I sit gasping for breath，
  and struggling to compose myself. I wait for day， and at sunrise the
  horses are to be at the door.
  And she is sleeping calmly， little suspecting that she has seen me
  for the last time. I am free. I have had the courage， in an interview
  of two hours' duration， not to betray my intention. And O Wilhelm， what
  a conversation it was ！
  Albert had promised to come to Charlotte in the garden immediately
  after supper. I was upon the terrace under the tall chestnut trees， and
  watched the setting sun. I saw him sink for the last time beneath this
  delightful valley and silent stream. I had often visited the same spot
  with Charlotte， and witnessed that glorious sight； and now—— I was
  walking up and down the very avenue which was so dear to me. A secret
  sympathy had frequently drawn me thither before I knew Charlotte； and
  we were delighted when， in our early acquaintance， we discovered that
  we each loved the same spot ， which is indeed as romantic as any that
  ever captivated the fancy of an artist.
  From beneath the chestnut trees ， there is an extensive view. But
  I remember that I have mentioned all this in a former letter， and have
  described the tall mass of beech trees at the end ， and how the avenue
  grows darker and darker as it winds its way among them， till it ends
  in a gloomy recess， which has all the charm of a mysterious solitude.
  I still remember the strange feeling of melancholy which came over me
  the first time I entered that dark retreat， at bright midday. I felt
  some secret foreboding that it would， one day， be to me the scene of
  some happiness or misery.
  I had spent half an hour struggling between the contending thoughts
  of going and returning， when I heard them coming up the terrace. I ran
  to meet them. I trembled as I took her hand ， and kissed it. As we reached
  the top of the terrace， the moon rose from behind the wooded hill. We
  conversed on many subjects， and， without perceiving it， approached
  the gloomy recess. Charlotte entered， and sat down. Albert seated himself
  beside her. I did the same， but my agitation did not suffer me to remain
  long seated. I got up ， and stood before her ， then walked backward
  and forward ， and sat down again. I was restless and miserable. Charlotte
  drew our attention to the beautiful effect of the moonlight ， which threw
  a silver hue over the terrace in front of us， beyond the beech trees.
  It was a glorious sight ， and was rendered more striking by the darkness
  which surrounded the spot where we were. We remained for some time silent，
  when Charlotte observed ， "Whenever I walk by moonlight， it brings to
  my remembrance all my beloved and departed friends， and I am filled with
  thoughts of death and futurity. We shall live again ， Werther！" she
  continued ， with a firm but feeling voice； "but shall we know one another
  again what do you think ？ what do you say？"
  "Charlotte，" I said， as I took her hand in mine ， and my eyes filled
  with tears， "we shall see each other again —— here and hereafter we
  shall meet again." I could say no more. Why ， Wilhelm， should she put
  this question to me ， just at the monent when the fear of our cruel separation
  filled my heart ？
  "And oh ！ do those departed ones know how we are employed here ？
  do they know when we are well and happy ？ do they know when we recall
  their memories with the fondest love？ In the silent hour of evening the
  shade of my mother hovers around me ； when seated in the midst of my
  children， I see them assembled near me ， as they used to assemble near
  her ； and then I raise my anxious eyes to heaven ， and wish she could
  look down upon us ， and witness how I fulfil the promise I made to her
  in her last moments ， to be a mother to her children. With what emotion
  do I then exclaim ， 'Pardon， dearest of mothers ， pardon me， if I
  do not adequately supply your place ！