Was it not this almighty instinct That forced our hearts to meet In the eternal bond of love? Raphael! enraptured, resting on your arm, I venture, joyful, the march towards perfection, That leadeth to the spiritual sun. Happy! happy! I have found thee, Have secured thee 'midst millions, And of all this multitude thou art mine! Let the wild chaos return; Let it cast adrift the atoms! Forever our hearts fly to meet each other. Must I not draw reflections of my ecstasy From thy radiant, ardent eyes? In thee alone do I wonder at myself. The earth in brighter tints appears, Heaven itself shines in more glowing light, Seen through the soul and action of my friend. Sorrow drops the load of tears; Soothed, it rests from passion's storms, Nursed upon the breast of love. Nay, delight grows torment, and seeks My Raphael, basking in thy soul, Sweetest sepulchre! impatiently. If I alone stood in the great All of things, Dreamed I of souls in the very rocks, And, embracing, I would have kissed them. I would have sighed my complaints into the air; The chasms would have answered me. O fool! sweet sympathy was every joy to me. Love does not exist between monotonous souls, giving out the same tone; it is found between harmonious souls. With pleasure I find again my feelings in the mirror of yours, but with more ardent longing I devour the higher emotions that are wanting in me. Friendship and love are led by one common rule. The gentle Desdemona loves Othello for the dangers through which he has passed; the manly Othello loves her for the tears that she shed hearing of his troubles. There are moments in life when we are impelled to press to our heart every flower, every remote star, each worm, and the sublimest spirit we can think of. We are impelled to embrace them, and all nature, in the arms of our affection, as things most loved. You understand me, Raphael. A man who has advanced so far as to read off all the beauty, greatness, and excellence in the great and small of nature, and to find the great unity for this manifold variety, has advanced much nearer to the Divinity. The great creation flows into his personality. If each man loved all men, each individual would possess the whole world.