I knew that love gives to him that loveth, power over any soul beloved, even if that soul know him not, bringing him inwardly close to that spirit; a power that cannot be but for good; for in proportion as selfishness intrudes, the love ceases, and the power which springs therefrom dies.

Yet all love will, one day, meet with its return.

All true love will, one day, behold its own image in the eyes of the beloved, and be humbly glad.

This is possible in the realms of lofty Death.

"Ah! my friends," thought I, "how I will tend you, and wait upon you, and haunt you with my love." "My floating chariot bore me over a great city.