They drew nearer and nearer to the hermit's house on the summit,
rocking themselves upon the gay, golden flag-feathers of life. They
spoke to each other now and then a word of joy, not, however, by way of
communicating each other, but because the heart could not help it, and
a word was nothing but a sigh of happiness. They stood at last upon the
throne of the earth, and looked down as from the sun. Round about them
the sea lay camped, melting away into the blue of the horizon,--from
Capua, far in the depths of the distance, stretched the white
Apennines around Vesuvius and over on the long coast of Sorrento still
onward,--and from Posilippo the lands pursued the sea even beyond Mola
and Terracina,--on the opened world-surface appeared everything, the
promontories, the yellow crater-margins on the coasts and the islands
round about, which the terrible, veiled fire-god under the sea had
driven up out of his fiery realm to the light of the sun,--and the
lovely Ischia with its little cities on the shores and with its little
gardens and craters, stood like a green blooming ship in the great sea,
and rested on innumerable waves.
Then vanished the greatnesses of the earth from below, only the earth
was great and the sun with his heavens. "O how happy we are!" said
Albano. Yes, you were happy there; who will be so after you? Cradling
himself upon the tree of life, at which his childish eye had already so
early and longingly gazed upward, he gave utterance to all that exalted
and possessed him. "Therein I recognize the all-powerful mother; angry
and flaming, she comes up from the bottom of the sea, plants a burning
land, and then does she again, smiling, distribute flowers among her
children; so let man be, volcano--then flower." "What in comparison
with this," said Julienne, "are all the winter amusements of the German
May-moon! Is not that a smaller Switzerland only in a greater lake of
Geneva?" The Countess, who through her Spain was more initiated in such
charms, kept herself for the most part still. "Man," said she, "is the
Oread and Hamadryad or some other divinity, and inspires wood and vale,
and man himself, again, is inspired by man."
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