Sublime

like my own. Like the freckles, it made her – not unremarkable, as I had feared to find her; but marvellously, achingly real. Hearing it, I understood at last my wildness of the past seven days. I thought, how queer it is! – and yet, how very ordinary: I am in love with you. Soon her face

WHEN you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, "I am in the heart of God."

Oft have I dream’d of Thee, whose glorious name Who knows not, knows not man’s divinest lore; And now I view thee, ’tis, alas! with shame That I in feeblest accents must adore. When I recount thy worshippers of yore I tremble, and can only bend the knee; Nor raise my voice, nor vainly dare to soar, But gaze beneath thy cloudy canopy In silent joy t

He looked at her as a man looks at a faded flower he has plucked, in which he can barely recognize the beauty that had made him pluck and destroy it.