In sleep I wander with thee, not through the paths of earth, but through impalpable air--an air which seems a music--upward and upward, as the soul mounts on the tones of a lyre! Till I knew thee, I was as a slave to the earth.

Thou hast given to me the liberty of the universe! Before, it was life; it seems to me now as if I had commenced eternity! ....
"Formerly, when I was to appear upon the stage, my heart beat more loudly.

I trembled to encounter the audience, whose breath gave shame or renown; and now I have no fear of them.

I see them, heed them, hear them not! I know that there will be music in my voice, for it is a hymn that I pour to thee.

Thou never comest to the theatre; and that no longer grieves me.