She light, clear, flattering sea.
Sacred air, the sister of the mind which moves and
lives in us with fiery force, present everywhere immortal.
Earth, 'one of the flowers of the sky.'
Heaven, 'the unending garden of life.'
Beauty, that 'which is one and all.'
He describes his love in a mystical form:
We were but one flower, and our souls lived in each other as flowers do, when they love and hide their joy within a closed calyx.... The clear starry night had now become my element, for the beautiful life of my love grew in the stillness as in the depths of earth gold grows mysteriously.
He delights 'thus to drink the joy of the world out of one cup with the lady of his love.'
'Yea, man is a sun, seeing all and transfiguring all when he loves; and when he does not love, he is like a dark dwelling in which a little smelly lamp is burning.' All this is soft and feminine, but it has real poetic charm.