Every little detail is illumined there and seems beautiful to me. I see you as from the hill. You are a little world that is enough unto itself, that exists outside myself, that has its sweet beauty, in its so-unexpected clear light. And my heart, my cheerful heart of that time, sad for me now and yet cheering up. since for a little while it delights the other one, the sick and sterile heart of today, my cheerful heart of that time is in that sun-filled little garden