"But our friend goes too. O, if thou at this hour of death's
juggleries art contemplating the pale Prince, with the
images of youth on his breast, and thinking of the gray
friend who secretly bewails him in Tartarus, then will thy
heart dissolve, and in soft, warm flames run round through
thy bosom, and softly say: 'I will love, and then die, and
then love--O Almighty, show me the soul which longs and
languishes like mine!'
"If thou say'st that, if thou art thus, then come to my
heart: I am as thou. Grasp my hand, and hold it till it
withers. I have seen thy form to-day, and on it the marks of
life's wounds: hasten to me; I will bleed and struggle at
thy side. I have long and early sought and loved thee. Like
two streams will we mingle and grow, and bear our burdens,
and dry up together. Like silver in the furnace, we will run
together with glowing light, and all slags shall lie cast
out around the pure shimmering metal. Laugh not, then, any
longer so grimly, to think what _ignes-fatui_ men are; like
_ignes-fatui we_ burn and fly away in the rainy storm of
time. And then, when time is gone by, we find each other
again, and it will be again in the spring.
"ALBANO DE CESARA."
48. CYCLE.
How gloriously,--before all the beating veins of the inner man, like
those of the outer in old age, have stiffened into gristle, and all the
vessels have become inflexible and earthy, and the moral pulse, like the
physical, hardly makes sixty strokes in a minute, and before the shy old
fool, at every emotion, reserves a piece of his nature which he keeps
cold and dry, and which is to wait for another occasion, as sprinkled
raspberry leaves always remain dry on the rough side,--how gloriously, I
say, before this period of espionage, does a youth, especially an
Albano, step along his path, how freely, boldly, and exultingly! and
seeks with equal confidence the friend and the foe, and closes with him,
to fight either for him or against him!
Let this excuse Albano's fiery letter! The next day he received from
Roquairol this answer:--
"I am as thou. On ascension-evening I will seek thee among
the masks.
"CHARLES."
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