Of a forgotten yesterday.”
Aprile, in the poem fashioned about Paracelsus, the wandering scholar, typifies love as the latter represents knowledge. Through Aprile, the foil to Paracelsus, the latter comes to see in part the mistakes in his attitude toward life, and declares
“I too have sought to KNOW as thou to LOVE—
Excluding love as thou refusedst knowledge.
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Are we not halves of one dissevered world,
Whom this strange chance unites once more?”
And Aprile exclaims:
“Yes, I see now. God is the perfect poet,
Who in his person acts his own creations.”