It carried its rose-hue within; for now I could love without needing to be loved again.

The moon came gliding up with all the past in her wan face.

She changed my couch into a ghostly pallor, and threw all the earth below as to the bottom of a pale sea of dreams.

But she could not make me sad.

I knew now, that it is by loving, and not by being loved, that one can come nearest the soul of another; yea, that, where two love, it is the loving of each other, and not the being loved by each other, that originates and perfects and assures their blessedness.