"Freude trinken alle Wesen
An den Brüsten der Natur;
Alle Guten, alle B?sen
Folgen ihrer Rosenspur."
I felt a deep rapture in being once more in that land where my love, if he did not live, slept. But I forbear to dwell on that rapture, much as it influenced me. It waxes tedious when put into words-loses color and flavor, like a pressed