In _Rose Love_ he finds the reflection of love in everything:

In whom does not Love's spirit plant his flame?
One sees the oil of love burn in the starry lamps,
That pleasant light can nothing be but love,
For which the dew from Phoebus' veil doth fall.
Heaven loves the beauteous globe of earth,
And gazes down on her by night with thousand eyes;
While earth to please the heaven
Doth clover, lilies, tulips in her green hair twine,
The elm and vine stock intertwine,
The ivy circles round the almond trees,
And weeps salt tears when they are forced apart.
And where the flowers burn with glow of Love,
It is the rose that shews the brightest flame,
For is the rose not of all flowers the queen,
The wondrous beauty child of sun and earth?

Artificiality and bombast reached its highest pitch in these poets,
and feeling for Nature was entirely absent.




CHAPTER IX

SYMPTOMS OF A RETURN TO NATURE


It is refreshing to find, side by side with these mummified