O let the pure breath of love blow lightly on thy heart's flame and cool it.
and Eleonora complains about Tasso:
Let him go! But what twilight falls round me now! Formerly the stream carried us along upon the light waves without a rudder.
In Goethe we see very clearly how the inner life, under the pressure of its own intensity, will, so to speak, overflow into the outer world, making that live in its turn; and how this is especially the case when the amorous passion is present to add its impetus to feeling, and attribute its own fervour to all around.
May Song, On the Lake, Ganymede, are instances of this.
Ganymede:
Oh, what a glow
Around me in morning's
Blaze thou diffusest,
Beautiful spring!