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it seemed to him as if his life dwelt, not in a bodily heart, but
in some warm and tender tear, as if his heavy-laden soul were
expanding and breaking away through some chink in its prison, and
melting into a tone of music, a blue ether wave.

And _Titan_ expresses that inner enfranchisement which Nature bestows
upon us:

Exalted Nature! when we see and love thee, we love our fellow-men
more warmly, and when we must pity or forget them, thou still
remainest with us, reposing before the moist eye like a verdant
chain of mountains in the evening red. Ah! before the soul in
whose sight the morning dew of its ideals has faded to a cold,
grey drizzle ... thou remainest, quickening Nature, with thy
flowers and mountains and cataracts, a faithful comforter; and
the bleeding son of the gods, cold and speechless, dashes the
drop of anguish from his eyes, that they may rest, far and clear,
on thy volcanoes, and on thy springs and on thy suns.

This is sunset in his abstruse artistic handling:

The sun sinks, and the earth closes her great eye like that of a
dying god. Then smoke the hills like altars; out of every wood
ascends a chorus; the veils of day, the shadows, float around the
enkindled transparent tree-tops, and fall upon the gay, gem-like
flowers. And the burnished gold of the west throws back a dead
gold on the east, and tinges with rosy light the hovering breast
of the tremulous lark--the evening bell of Nature.

And this sunrise:

The flame of the sun now shot up ever nearer to the kindled
morning clouds; at length in the heavens, in the brooks and
ponds, and in the blooming cups of dew, a hundred suns rose
together, while a thousand colours floated over the earth, and
one pure dazzling white broke from the sky. It seemed as if an
almighty earthquake had forced up from the ocean, yet dripping, a
new-created blooming plain, stretching out beyond the bounds of
vision, with all its young instincts and powers; the fire of
earth glowed beneath the roots of the immense hanging garden, and
the fire of heaven poured down its flames and burnt the colours
into the mountain summits and the flowers. Between the porcelain
towers of white mountains the coloured blooming heights stood as
thrones of the Fruit-Goddess; over the far-spread camp of
pleasure blossom-cups and sul