But what! You tremble; and your whole frame writhes in my arms, as if in a convulsion! And what is that?
Are you weeping ?" "Oh, I weep, because I am so happy.

I weep, because I was thinking how fearful the suffering must be, to give the whole heart away, and receive nothing in return, naught but death! Poor Jane!" "What is she to us?
We, we love each other.

Come, dear one, let me kiss the tears from your eyes; let me drink this nectar, that it may inspire me, and transfigure me to a god! Weep no more--no, weep not; or, if you will do so, be it only in the excess of rapture, and because word and heart are too poor to hold all this bliss!" "Yes, yes, let us shout for joy; let us be lost in blessedness!" exclaimed she passionately, as with frantic violence she threw herself on his bosom.
Both were now silent, mutely resting on each other's heart.
Oh, how sweet this silence; how entrancing this noiseless, sacred night! How the trees without there murmur and rustle, as if they were singing a heavenly lullaby to the lovers! how inquisitively the pale crescent moon peeps through the window, as though she were seeking the twain whose blessed confidante she is! But happiness is so swift-winged, and time flies so fast, when love is their companion! Even now they must part again--now they must again say farewell.

"Not yet, beloved, stay yet! See, the night is still dark; and hark, the castle clock is just striking two.

No, go not yet." "I must, Henry, I must; the hours are past in which I can be happy." "Oh, you cold, proud soul! Does the head already long again for the crown; and can you wait no longer for the purple to again cover your shoulders?
Come, let me kiss your shoulder; and think now, dear, that my crimson lips are also a purple robe." "And a purple robe for which I would gladly give my crown and my life!" cried she, with the utmost enthusiasm, as she folded him in her arms.
"Do you love me, then?
Do you really love me ?" "Yes, I love you!" "Can you swear to me that you love no one except me ?" "I can swear it, as true as there is a God above us, who hears my oath." "Bless you for it, you dear, you only one--oh, how shall I call you ?--you whose name I may not utter! Oh, do you know that it is cruel never to name the name of the loved one?
Withdraw that prohibition; grudge me not the painfully sweet pleasure of being able at least to call you by your name!" "No," said she, with a shudder; "for know you not that the sleep-walkers awake out of their dreams when they are called by name?
I am a somnambulist, who, with smiling courage, moves along a dizzy height; call me by name, and I shall awake, and, shuddering, plunge into the abyss beneath.