Imagination! . . .
Narrow
The heart that loves, the brain that contemplates . . .
One object, and one form.”
He drew a picture of Emilia which was one long pæan to her beauty:
“Warm fragrance seems to fall from her light dress
And her loose hair: and where some heavy tress
The air of her own speed has disentwined,
The sweetness seems to satiate the faint wind.”
“The brightness