Now Love in you is as the Sun—a thing80
Beyond you—and your Jealousy's of Earth—
A cloud of your own raising.
Arn.Not so always!
There is a cause at times.
Cæs.Oh, yes! when atoms jostle,
The System is in peril. But I speak
Of things you know not. Well, to earth again!
This precious thing of dust—this bright Olimpia—
This marvellous Virgin, is a marble maid—