He was appalled by the vastness of the beauty that rightfully belonged in it, and again his mind flashed and dared, and he demanded of himself why he could not chant that beauty in noble verse as the great poets did.

And there was all the mysterious delight and spiritual wonder of his love for Ruth.

Why could he not chant that, too, as the poets did?
They had sung of love.

So would he.
By God!-- And in his frightened ears he heard his exclamation echoing.

Carried away, he had breathed it aloud.