Swiftly and sweetly glided the last days of joy over the island, which
after the rain glistened in greenness like a German garden. The soft,
cool air, the fragrance of myrtles and oranges, single clouds of
brightness in the warm sky, the magic-smoke of the coasts, the golden
sun at morning and evening, and love and youth decked and crowned the
rare season. High burned on the blooming earth the sacrificial flame of
love into the still, blue heavens. As two mirrors stand before one
another, and one pictures the other and itself and the world, and the
other represents all this and also the pictures and the painter, so
tranquilly stood Albano and Linda before each other, attracting and
imaging soul within soul. As Mont Blanc majestically mirrors himself
down in the still lake of Chede in a paler heaven, so stood Albano's
whole, sound, light spirit in Linda's. She said he was an honest and an
honorable man at once, and had, what was so rare, a _whole_ will; only,
as is often the case with men, he wanted to love still more than he did
love, and therefore did not sufficiently recognize his quiet, original
sin, from egotism. There was nothing against which he bristled up more
indignantly and excitedly than against this latter charge, and he would
not forgive it in any one save the Countess. He refuted her as strongly
as he could; but her opinion became, under the best annihilation, only
a mock corpse, and came back alive against him the very next hour.
He became through her more nearly acquainted with himself than even
with her. He called her the Uranide, because she seemed to him, like
the heavens, at once so near and so far off; and she had no objection
to this full laurel-wreath. There is a heavenly unfathomableness, which
makes man godlike, and love toward him infinite; so did the ancients
make Friendship the daughter of Night and of Erebus. When Albano thus
looked out over the broad, rich spirit of Linda,--at once living for
her love, and harboring every other's love, and yet, as it were,
intoxicated with the thirst for knowledge; at once a child, a man, and
a virgin; often hard and bold with the tongue for and against religion
and womanhood, and yet full of the tenderest, most childlike love
toward both; melting in her glow before the beloved, and quickly
stiffening at a cold assault; without any vanity, because she always
stood before the throne of a divine idea, and man is never vain before
God, but entirely confiding in herself and submissive to no one,
without, however, any comparison of herself or others; full of bold,
manly uprightness, and full of respect for talent and for shrewd
understanding of the world; so perfectly free from selfishness, and
with such a childlike delight in others' gladness, without special
anxiety or respect for persons; so inconstant and inflexible, the one
in wishing, the other in willing; but with her eye and life ever
directed toward the sun and moon of the spiritual kingdom, character
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