"Crowned with a kiss and sceptred with a joy!"
No details are needed here—all is said. The "Violinist," though by turns regretful, sorrowful, and despairing, is supreme throughout. He speaks of the "lady of his song" as
"The lady for whose sake I shall be strong,
But never weak or diffident again."
The supremacy of manhood is insisted on always; and the lover, though he entreats, implores, wonders and raves as all lovers do, never forgets his own dignity. He will take no second-best affection on his lady's part—this he plainly states in verse 19 of Letter V. Again, in the last letter of all, he asserts his mastery—and this is as it should be; absolute authority, as he knows, is the way to win and to keep a woman's affections. Such lovely fancies as
"Phœbus loosens all his golden hair
Right down the sky—and daisies turn and stare
At things we see not with our human wit,"
and
"A tuneful noise