Thee, me, himself?
Lifts not the heaven its dome above?
Doth not the firm-set earth beneath us rise?
And beaming tenderly with looks of love,
Climb not the everlasting stars on high?
The poems which date directly after the Wetzlar period are full of this sympathetic pantheistic love for Nature--Mahomet's Song, for example, with its splendid comparison of pioneering genius to a mountain torrent:
Ho! the spring that bursts
From the mountain height
Joyous and bright,
As the gleam of a star....