And this has the spirit of a true love lyric in it.

It reads like a personal thing; it breathes exaltation; it is quick, hurried, and thrilled.

The delicate fears of chance and change in the three days, or in the years to come, belong of right and nature to the waiting, and are subtly varied and condensed.

It is, however, the thoughtful love of a man who can be metaphysical in love, not the excluding mastery of passion.
_Two in the Campagna_ is another poem in which love passes away into a deeper thought than love--a strange and fascinating poem of twofold desire.

The man loves a woman and desires to be at peace with her in love, but there is a more imperative passion in his soul--to rest in the infinite, in accomplished perfection.