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ful rose up； in wavy curvature； the slope of thy guardian Hills； of the greenest was their sward； embossed with its dark…brown frets of crag； or spotted by some spreading solitary Tree and its shadow。 To the unconscious Wayfarer thou wert also as an Ammon's Temple； in the Libyan Waste； where； for joy and woe； the tablet of his Destiny lay written。 Well might he pause and gaze； in that glance of his were prophecy and nameless forebodings。〃
But now let us conjecture that the so presentient Auscultator has handed in his _Relatio ex Actis_； been invited to a glass of Rhine…wine； and so； instead of returning dispirited and athirst to his dusty Town…home； is ushered into the Garden…house； where sit the choicest party of dames and cavaliers： if not engaged in AEsthetic Tea； yet in trustful evening conversation； and perhaps Musical Coffee； for we hear of 〃harps and pure voices making the stillness live。〃 Scarcely； it would seem； is the Garden…house inferior in respectability to the noble Mansion itself。 〃Embowered amid rich foliage； rose…clusters； and the hues and odors of thousand flowers； here sat that brave company； in front； from the wide…opened doors； fair outlook over blossom and bush； over grove and velvet green； stretching； undulating onwards to the remote Mountain peaks： so bright； so mild； and everywhere the melody of birds and happy creatures： it was all as if man had stolen a shelter from the SUIT in the bosom…vesture of Summer herself。 How came it that the Wanderer advanced thither with such forecasting heart （_ahndungsvoll_）； by the side of his gay host？ Did he feel that to these soft influences his hard bosom ought to be shut； that here； once more； Fate had it in view to try him； to mock him； and see whether there were Humor in him？
〃Next moment he finds himself presented to the party； and especially by name toBlumine！ Peculiar among all dames and damosels glanced Blumine； there in her modesty； like a star among earthly lights。 Noblest maiden！ whom he bent to； in body and in soul； yet scarcely dared look at； for the presence filled him with painful yet sweetest embarrassment。
〃Blumine's was a name well known to him； far and wide was the fair one heard of； for her gifts； her graces； her caprices： from all which vague colorings of Rumor； from the censures no less than from the praises； had our friend painted for himself a certain imperious Queen of Hearts； and blooming warm Earth…angel； much more enchanting than your mere white Heaven…angels of women； in whose placid veins circulates too little naphtha…fire。 Herself also he had seen in public places； that light yet so stately form； those dark tresses； shading a face where smiles and sunlight played over earnest deeps： but all this he had seen only as a magic vision； for him inaccessible； almost without reality。 Her sphere was too far from his； how should she ever think of him； O Heaven！ how should they so much as once meet together？ And now that Rose…goddess sits in the same circle with him； the light of _her_ eyes has smiled on him； if he speak； she will hear it！ Nay； who knows； since the heavenly Sun looks into lowest valleys； but Blumine herself might have aforetime noted the so unnotable； perhaps； from his very gainsayers； as he had from hers； gathered wonder； gathered favor for him？ Was the attraction； the agitation mutual； then； pole and pole trembling towards contact； when once brought into neighborhood？ Say rather； heart swelling in presence of the Queen of Hearts； like the Sea swelling when once near its Moon！ With the Wanderer it was even so： as in heavenward gravitation； suddenly as at the touch of a Seraph's wand； his whole soul is roused from its deepest recesses； and all that was painful and that was blissful there； dim images； vague feelings of a whole Past and a whole Future； are heaving in unquiet eddies within him。
〃Often； in far less agitating scenes； had our still Friend shrunk forcibly together； and shrouded up his tremors and flutterings； of what sort soever； in a safe cover of Silence； and perhaps of seeming Stolidity。 How was it； then； that here； when trembling to the core of his heart； he did not sink into swoons； but rose into strength； into fearlessness and clearness？ It was his guiding Genius （_Damon_） that inspired him； he must go forth and meet his Destiny。 Show thyself now； whispered it； or be forever hid。 Thus sometimes it is even when your anxiety becomes transcendental； that the soul first feels herself able to transcend it； that she rises above it； in fiery victory； and borne on new…found wings of victory； moves so calmly； even because so rapidly； so irresistibly。 Always must the Wanderer remember； with a certain satisfaction and surprise； how in this case he sat not silent but struck adroitly into the stream of conversation； which thenceforth； to speak with an apparent not a real vanity； he may say that he continued to lead。 Surely； in those hours； a certain inspiration was imparted him； such inspiration as is still possible in our late era。 The self…secluded unfolds himself in noble thoughts； in free； glowing words； his soul is as one sea of light； the peculiar home of Truth and Intellect； wherein also Fantasy bodies forth form after form； radiant with all prismatic hues。〃
It appears； in this otherwise so happy meeting； there talked one 〃Philisitine；〃 who even now； to the general weariness； was dominantly pouring forth Philistinism （_Philistriositaten_。）； little witting what hero was here entering to demolish him！ We omit the series of Socratic； or rather Diogenic utterances； not unhappy in their way； whereby the monster； 〃persuaded into silence；〃 seems soon after to have withdrawn for the night。 〃Of which dialectic marauder；〃 writes our hero； 〃the discomfiture was visibly felt as a benefit by most： but what were all applauses to the glad smile； threatening every moment to become a laugh； wherewith Blumine herself repaid the victor？ He ventured to address her she answered with attention： nay what if there were a slight tremor in that silver voice； what if the red glow of evening were hiding a transient blush！
〃The conversation took a higher tone； one fine thought called forth another： it was one of those rare seasons； when the soul expands with full freedom； and man feels himself brought near to man。 Gayly in light； graceful abandonment； the friendly talk played round that circle； for the burden was rolled from every heart； the barriers of Ceremony； which are indeed the laws of polite living； had melted as into vapor； and the poor claims of _Me_ and _Thee_； no longer parted by rigid fences； now flowed softly into one another； and Life lay all harmonious； many…tinted； like some fair royal champaign； the sovereign and owner of which were Love only。 Such music springs from kind hearts； in a kind environment of place and time。 And yet as the light grew more aerial on the mountaintops； and the shadows fell longer over the valley； some faint tone of sadness may have breathed through the heart； and； in whispers more or less audible； reminded every one that as this bright day was drawing towards its close； so likewise must the Day of Man's Existence decline into dust and darkness； and with all its sick toilings； and joyful and mournful noises； sink in the still Eternity。
〃To our Friend the hours seemed moments； holy was he and happy： the words from those sweetest lips came over him like dew on thirsty grass； all better feelings in his soul seemed to whisper； It is good for us to be here。 At parting； the Blumine's hand was in his： in the balmy twilight； with the kind stars above them； he spoke something of meeting again； which was not contradicted； he pressed gently those small soft fingers； and it seemed as if they were not hastily； not angrily withdrawn。〃
Poor Teufelsdrockh！ it is clear to demonstration thou art smit： the Queen of Hearts would see a 〃man of genius〃 also sigh for her； and there； by art…magic； in that preternatural hour； has she bound and spell…bound thee。 〃Love is not altogether a Delirium；〃 says he elsewhere； 〃yet has it many points in common therewith。 I call it rather a discerning of the Infinite in the Finite； of the Idea made Real； which discerning again may be either true or false； either seraphic or demoniac； Inspiration or Insanity。 But in the former case too； as in common Madness； it is Fantasy that superadds itself to sight； on the so petty domain of the Actual plants its Archimedes…lever； whereby to move at will the infinite Spiritual。 Fantasy I might call the true Heaven…gate and Hell…gate of man： his sensuous life is but the small temporary stage （_Zeitbuhne_）； whereon thick…streaming influences from both these far yet near regions meet visibly； and act tragedy and melodrama。 Sense can support herself handsomely； in most countries； for some eighteenpence a day； but for Fantasy planets and solar…systems will not suffice。 Witness your Pyrrhus conquering the world； yet drinking no better red wine than he had before。〃 Alas！ witness also your Diogenes； flame…clad； scaling the upper Heaven； and verging towards Insanity； for prize of a 〃high…souled Brunette；〃 as if the Earth held but one and not several of these！
He says that； in Town； they met again： 〃day after