XLII. “Her soul was all absorbed in his—her life
Was cast, since meeting, in another mould.”
Und wenn du ganz in dem gefühle selig bist,
Nenn es dann wie du willst,
Nenn’s glück! herz! liebe! Gott!
Ich habe keinen namen
Dafür! Gefühl ist alles.
Goethe, Faust.
“And when thou art perfectly blissful in that feeling, call it what thou wilt—call it joy—heart—love—God! I have no name for it—feeling is all!”
XLIII. “And pluck the golden apple from the bough.”
Vel cùm decorum mitibus pomis caput