O my friend — but it is too much for my strength — I sink under the weight of the splendour of these visions!<\/p>\n
A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart.<\/p>\n
I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine.<\/p>\n
I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents.<\/p>\n
I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment; and yet I feel that I never was a greater artist than now.<\/p>\n
When, while the lovely valley teems with vapour around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I hear the buzz of the little world among the stalks, and grow familiar with the countless indescribable forms of the insects and<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
O my friend — but it is too much for my strength — I sink under the weight of the splendour of these visions! A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of…<\/p>\n