Your eyes smile peace.
The Wombat is a Joy, a Triumph, a Delight, a Madness!
Was it a friend or foe that spread these lies; Nay, who but infants question in such wise, twas one of my most intimate enemies.
It is beautiful, the world, and life itself. I am glad I have lived.
Sometimes thou seem'st not as thyself alone, But as the meaning of all things that are.
Love, which is quickly kindled in the gentle heart, seized this man for the fair form that was taken from me, the manner still hurts me. Love which absolves no beloved one from loving, seized me so strongly with his charm that, as thou seest, it does not leave me yet