Hesperus; or, Forty-Five Dog-Post-Days: A Biography. Vol. II.Jean Paul
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Hesperus; or, Forty-Five Dog-Post-Days: A Biography. Vol. II.
Jean Paul
Fiction
by an awakening of the dead all the virtues of his life and all its
faults, and gave those a heaven and these a hell; he was, therefore,
now too holy to disturb a saint by making his appearance, even
supposing her tranquil eye, absorbed in pious emotions, which did not
so much as fall on the nearer devout beauties to the height of the
waist, had been able to lift itself to him. The birch at the first
window of the loft he kept before him as a leafy fan;--this green veil
playing on his cheeks covered his attentiveness and his tears of joy
from the whole church. The place where he was so happy seemed, to judge
from an inscription on the glass, to have been once the usual stand of
Clotilda; for Giulia's was near by, as I know for certain, because on
the stall-window a G and C, enclosed by a wreath, had been cut in with
the words by Giulia: "Thus are we united by the flowers of life and the
circle of eternity." ...
Victor slipped away unseen and early out of this niche of removed
goddesses, and bore his heart filled with love to the open breast of
friendship,--to Emanuel. He saw already the latter's tabernacle of the
covenant in the temple of Nature,--when his rapture was delayed by one
of earlier date. Julius lay in the blooming grass with its waves
rippling over him, and holding a cherry-twig full of open honey-cups in
his hand, in order to draw the bees to him, and to delight himself with
their murmurous hovering over the blossoms. Victor embraced him, and
forgot in the ecstasy to name his name,--"Art thou my angel?" said
he.--"I am only thy Victor!"--"O come! O come!" said the blind youth,
trembling like a melody, and drew his friend to Emanuel's house; but he
led him, behind the cloud of his blindness, the longer way, and,
besides, he turned round at every fourth step for a renewed embrace.
When they came to the water-wheel, which loudly emptied its
sprinkling-cans on the flower-beds, and whose shivered lightnings
flitted against Emanuel's windows and ceiling, then the blind one said,
"Embrace me once more right heartily."--But amidst the din of the
rain-shower, and amidst the stupefaction of love, they were pressed
together by other arms than their own, and the two young hearts were
linked to a third, and the East Indian gazed like a god of love from
one to the other, and said: "O ye good youths, remain ever thus, and
weep on in your blissful love!--Blessings on thee, my Horion, and a
welcome in the great spring round about us!"--And when Emanuel and
Victor sank on each other's necks, then was it as if all the
flower-beds bowed down for rapture, as if all the waves flamed more
radiantly under super-earthly lightnings flying over them, as if the
zephyrs swelled with sighs of love, as if higher beings must needs
whisper in the over-measure of joy: O ye good human beings, verily ye
love like us!--
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