It provokes, for instance, the delicate symbolism of the twin lyrics _Love in a Life_ and _Life in a Love_, variations on the same theme--vain pursuit of the averted face--the one a _largo_, sad, persistent, dreamily hopeless; the other impetuous, resolute, glad.

The dreamier mood is elaborated in the _Serenade at the Villa_ and _One Way of Love_.

A few superbly imaginative phrases bring the Italian summer night about us, sultry, storm-shot, starless, still,-- "Life was dead, and so was light." The Serenader himself is no child of Italy but a meditative Teuton, who, Hamlet-like, composes for his mistress the answer which he would not have her give.

The lover in _One Way of Love_ is something of a Teuton too, and has thoughts which break the vehemence of the impact of his fate.

But there is a first moment when he gasps and knits himself closer to endure--admirably expressed in the sudden change to a brief trochaic verse; then the grim mood is dissolved in a momentary ecstasy of remembrance or of idea--and the verse, too, unfolds and releases itself in sympathy:-- "She will not hear my music?
So! Break the string; fold music's wing; Suppose Pauline had bade me sing!" Or, instead of this systole and diastole alternation, the glory and the pang are fused and interpenetrated in a continuous mood.