Rapture

Our caresses, our tender words, our still rapture under the influence

of autumn sunsets, or pillared vistas, or calm majestic statues, or

Beethoven symphonies, all bring with them the consciousness that they

are mere waves and ripples in an unfathomable ocean of love and

beauty; our emotion in its keenest moment passes from expression to

silence, our love at its highest flood rushes beyond its object, and

loses itself in the sense of divine mystery.