Clarens—sweet Clarens—thou art Love's abode—
Undying Love's—who here hath made a throne.—[MS.]
And girded it with Spirit which is shown
From the steep summit to the rushing Rhone.—[MS. erased.]
——whose searching power
Surpasses the strong storm in its most desolate hour.—[MS.]
[340] [Compare La Nouvelle Héloïse, Partie IV. Lettre xvii, Oeuvres, etc., ii. 262: "Un torrent, formé par la fonte des neiges, rouloit à vingt pas de nous line eau bourbeuse, et charrioit avec bruit du limon, du sable et des pierres.... Des forêts de noirs sapins nous ombrageoient tristement à droite. Un grand bois de chênes étoit à gauche au-delà du torrent.">[
[kp] [{279}] But branches young as Heaven——[MS. erased,]
[kq] ——with sweeter voice than words.—[MS.]
[341] [Compare the Pervigilium Veneris—
"Cras amet qui nunquam amavit,
Quique amavit eras amet."
("Let those love now, who never loved before;
Let those who always loved, now love the more.")