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
"Clotilda! I now beg or wish something of you, which you perhaps can
hardly grant. Ah, come on the _longest day_ to Maienthal, thou fair
soul! Cannot thy heart bear it? Didst thou not accompany thy Giulia
even to the _blind gate_ of the grave and there see her soul soar up
and her body fall to the earth? O, if thou and thy friend, in the last
hour, when life folds up its flashing peacock-mirrors and lets them
sink heavy and colorless into the grave, could stay by me, as the two
first angels of the future world!--For at the moment when the whole
earth like a shell breaks off from the heart, the naked heart clings
faster to hearts and would fain warm itself against death, and when all
bonds of earth tear away, the flower-chains of love bloom on. O
Clotilda! how heavenly to close my life in the presence of thy Elysian
form! I should already be hovering around thee unfettered on the wings
of eternity, to look upon thee, and if I could not wipe away thy tears
with the ethereal hand, I would console thy heavy heart with a strange
rapture! Ay, if man were blinded in the forecourt of the second world,
still thy form would remain as an after-shining sun-image before my
closed eyes!--O Clotilda, if thou shouldst come! Ah, probably thou wilt
not come; and only the Eternal, who numbers the hours of the second
life, knows when I shall see thee again, on the second earth, and how
great are there the pains of longing. And so then farewell, and move
on, lofty soul, in thy path beneath the clouds,--when I behold thy
friend, thou wilt touchingly stand before me,--and when I die on his
heart, I shall pray for thee, and say to God: Give her to me again,
when on her head the flower-wreath of earth is great enough--or the
crown of thorns too great!--Clotilda, never change, and then I shall
not ask Destiny: How long will she smile down below there, how long
will she weep there? Never change!
"EMANUEL."
The two fell softly on each other's hearts and were silent over their
thoughts; Emanuel's love glorified theirs, and Victor had too great a
respect for his friend and his beloved to console the latter. He did
not once ask her, how she answered Emanuel's prayer; he knew that she
must refuse it, because otherwise her heart would break beside the
loved one.
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