3. The Cheerful Morning—the established Day-light universal.
4. The Sunset—who can behold it, and think of the Sun-rise? It takes all the thought to itself. The Moon-reflected Light—soft, melancholy, warmthless—the absolute purity (nay, it is always pure, but), the incorporeity of Love in absence—Love per se is a Potassium—it can subsist by itself, tho' in presence it has a natural and necessary combination with the comburent principle. All other Lights (the fixed Stars) not borrowed from the absent Sun—Lights for other worlds, not for me. I see them and admire, but they irradiate nothing.
B
PROSE VERSION OF GLYCINE'S SONG IN
ZAPOLYA
[Vide ante, pp. 426, [919], [920].]
1
On the sky with liquid openings of Blue,
The slanting pillar of sun mist,
Field-inward flew a little Bird.
Pois'd himself on the column,
Sang with a sweet and marvellous voice, 5
Adieu! adieu!
I must away, Far, far away,
Set off to-day.
2
Listened—listened—gaz'd—
Sight of a Bird, sound of a voice— 10
It was so well with me, and yet so strange.
Heart! Heart!
Swell'st thou with joy or smart?
But the Bird went away—
Adieu! adieu! 15