"I must find," he thinks, "the fitting kind of life.
I must make men feel what I am.

But how; what do I want for this?
I want some outward power to draw me forth and upward, as the moon draws the waters; to lead me to a life in which I may know mankind, in order that I may take out of men all I need to make _myself_ into perfect form--a full poet, able to impose my genius on mankind, and to lead them where I will.

What force can draw me out of these dreaming solitudes in which I fail to realise my art?
Why, there is none so great as love.

Palma who smiled on me, she shall be my moon." At that moment, when he is again thrilled with curiosity concerning life, again desirous to realise his individuality in the world of men, a message comes from Palma.

"Come, there is much for you to do--come to me at Verona." She lays a political career before him.