(1882) I should feel the sap in spring - tide as a part of my existence , And the pure sweet life of blossoms would repeat itself in me , Till the old world ' s course of passion , with its wearisome insistence , Should fade back and be forgotten in this milder ecstasy .Surely all things here are quiet , and this still domain of nature Tastes in little all the sweetness of the vanished golden age ; Love enthroned among these pine - trees smiles on every sylvan creature , And the pastorals they fashion on this stainless rustic stage .Hij ontdekt echter dat liefde niet heerscht in het zonnige woud .