The Devil's Elixir (2)

Who is there, over the wide world, who has not, at one period or another, in a more or less degree, felt the mysterious influences of love? -- Whoever thou art, then, courteous reader, who shalt, after the lapse of years, turn over these papers, recall, I beseech you, to recollection that noontide interval of dazzling brightness -- contemplate once more that beautiful image, which came, like an impersonization of the abstract spirit of love, from divine regions, to meet you. At that time, it was through her, -- through her alone, that thou seemed'st assured of thine own existence! Canst thou not yet remember, how the rushing streams, the waving trees, and the balmy winds of evening, spoke to thee, in articulate and intelligible accents, of her, and of the prevailing passion which possessed thy whole heart and soul? -- Canst thou yet behold how the flowers unfolded their bright beaming eyes, bearing to thine from her kisses and salutation?