The Story of My Heart, Richard Jefferies [best classic romance novels txt] 📗

ling depth of thesefeelings be written--with these I prayed, as if they were the keys of aninstrument, of an organ, with which I swelled forth the note of my soul,redoubling my own voice by their power. The great sun burning with light;the strong earth, dear earth; the warm sky; the pure air; the thought ofocean; the inexpressible beauty of all filledme with a rapture, an ecstasy, and inflatus. With this inflatus, too, Iprayed. Next to myself I came and recalled myself, my bodily existence. Iheld out my hand, the sunlightgleamed on the skin and the iridescent nails; I recalled the mystery andbeauty of the flesh. I thought of the mind with which I could see the oceansixty miles distant, and gather to myself its glory. I thought of my innerexistence, that consciousness which is called the soul. These, that is,myself-- I threw into the balance to weight the prayer the heavier. Mystrength of body, mind and soul, I flung into it; I but forth my strength; Iwrestled and laboured, and toiled in might o