Page 143 (2/2)

arose, I reached the cloud; and, throwingsun He sank, and the cloud grew gray; but

the grayness touched not my heart It carried its rose-hue within;

for now I could love without needing to be loved again Theup with all the past in her wan face She changed hostly pallor, and threw all the earth below as to the bottom of a

pale sea of dreams But she could not , and not by being loved, that one can come nearest the soul

of another; yea, that, where two love, it is the loving of each other,

and not the being loved by each other, that originates and perfects and

assures their blessedness I knew that love gives to him that loveth,

power over any soul beloved, even if that soul know hi

him inwardly close to that spirit; a power that cannot be but for good;

for in proportion as selfishness intrudes, the love ceases, and the

pohich springs therefrom dies Yet all love will, one day, meet

with its return All true love will, one day, behold its own ilad This is possible in the

realht I, "hoill tend

you, and wait upon you, and haunt you with my love"