and one of the poems to Frederica says:
The world lies round me buried deep in mist, but
In one glance of thine lies sunshine and happiness.
There is a strong pulse of life--life that overflows into Nature--in The Departure:
To horse! Away, o'er hill and steep,
Into the saddle blithe I spring;
The eve was cradling earth to sleep,
And night upon the mountains hung.
With robes of mist around him set,
The oak like some huge giant stood,