When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead - When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed.

See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea - What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me?

The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.

Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number- Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you Ye are many-they are few.

The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.

a single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought

The cloud of mind is discharging its collected lightning.