Nothing, nothing is criminal to love; for love knows not conscience. Or rather,
Love upsets all conventional conditions. For
Love creates a world of its own, a world populated by two—and these make their own laws—or make none. So
A woman will imbrue her hands with blood, and a man will fling honor to the winds, and yet the twain regard each other as impeccant and impeccable.—Till Pippa passes; then,
Love always awakes to the fact that not even a community of two can live without law; and that
Though human laws may be outraged, those divine may not. And assuredly,
The ideal love is the divine love. And, in ideal love,
Strange, strange, but true, in a great and ardent love, when at last that is offered which was long sought, there supervenes upon the lovers a great tenderness, which hesitates to make their own that for which they yearned. Almost it were as if
A psychic monitor warned the conqueror to be clement, and the captive to be kind. This
Tenderness is the worship of the soul by the soul. And