The true God, in entering into His Works, has given his immensity to Nature... there is an instinct in man, which puts him in communication with the scenes of Nature.
Lamartine was a sentimental dreamer of dreams, a thinker of lofty thoughts which lost themselves in the inexpressible. His Meditations shew his ardent though sad worship of Nature; his love of evening, moonlight, and starlight. For instance, L'Isolement:
Ici gronde le fleuve aux vagues écumantes,
Il serpente et s'enfonce en un lointain obscur:
Là le lac immobile étend ses eaux dormantes
Oò l'étoile du soir se lève dans l'azur.
An sommet de ces monts couronnés de bois sombres,
Le crépuscule encore jette un dernier rayon;
Et le char vaporeux de la reine des ombres
Monte et blanchit déjà les bords de l'horizon.