The Evolution of Love eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 340 pages of information about The Evolution of Love.

The Evolution of Love eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 340 pages of information about The Evolution of Love.

     Enwrapt in love thine arms Him fast enfolding,
     So closely clasp Him that they loose Him never;
     And in thy heart His sacred image holding,
     Far from the path of sin thou’lt journey ever. 
     His death in twain shall blast thy callous heart
     As once the solid rock He rent apart.

The most distinguished among the fervid lovers of God of later times were the saints Jean de la Croix, Alfonso da Liguori, and Francois de Sales.  The Tract of the Love of God, written by Francois de Sales, surpasses everything ever achieved in this direction.

I will not dilate further on this barren aspect of emotionalism so easily traceable through the later centuries in many a Catholic and Protestant sentimentalist, but will conclude this chapter with a brief discussion of Novalis.  If I mention this poet in this connexion it is not because I desire to depreciate his genius, but because, possessing as he did, in a rare degree, depth of feeling and power of expression, he is an important witness of an unusual type.  True, here and there his poems are reminiscent of Jacopone, but he is not sufficiently ingenuous, and is altogether too morbid to be classed with that ardent fanatic.  He shares with Jacopone and other poets the yearning to grasp transcendental things with the senses, to approach the Deity with a love which cannot be called anything but sensuous.  Novalis’ Hymns to the Night are the most magnificent example of this perfect interpenetration of sensuous and transcendental love, and at the same time represent a complete fusion of the love he bore to his fiancee, who died young, and the worship of Mary.  Night has opened infinite eyes in us, and we behold the secret of love unfolding itself in the heart of this poet, at once unique and pathetic, lofty and morbid.  The whole universe he conceives as a female being for whose embrace he is longing.  It is a new emotion:  neither the chaste worship of the Madonna, nor the sexually-mystic striving to embrace with the soul.  The night gives birth to a foreboding which excites and soothes all vague desires.  The lover thus soliloquises of the night: 

     In infinite space. 
     Thou’dst dissolve,
     If it held thee not,
     If it bound thee not,
     And thrilled thee,
     That afire
     Thou begettest the world. 
     Verily before thou art I was,
     With my sex
     The mother sent me
     To live in thy world,
     And to hallow it
     With love.

Here the ancient, mystical longing to become one with God is conceived under the symbol of the night. (A symbol which we shall meet again, magnified, in Wagner’s Tristan.)

     Lo!  Love has burst its prison. 
     No parting now shall be,
     And life’s full tide has risen
     Like to a boundless sea. 
     One night of love supernal,
     Only one golden song,
     And the face of the Eternal
     To light our path along.

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