Post by Shideh on Apr 24, 2008 20:58:15 GMT
Through the long years of life that followed after, bring with them their dreams and disillusions, their joys and sorrows, their fulfillments and frustrations, Edward was never to forget this summer when he fell quite simply and naturally in love with his country, in accordance with the dictates of his nature. To him there seemed nothing strange or unholy in the love that he felt for his country. To him it seemed like an inevitable thing, as much a part of himself as his breathing; and yet it appeared transcendent of self, and he looked up and onward toward his love - for the eyes of the young are drawn to the stars, and the spirit of youth is seldom earth-bound.
He loved deeply, far more deeply than many a one who could fearlessly proclaim themselves a lover. Since this is a hard and sad truth for the telling; those whom nature has sacrificed to her ends- her mysterious ends that often lie hidden- are sometimes endowed with a vast will to loving, with an endless capacity for suffering also, which much go hand in hand with their love.
But at first Edward's eyes were drawn to the stars, and saw only gleam upon gleam of glory. His physical passion fulfilled by his wife, his emotional passion fulfilled by his country. These passions had aroused a strange response in his spirit, so that side by side with every hot impulse that led him at times beyond his own understanding, there would come an impulse not of the body; a fine, selfless thing of great beauty and courage- he would gladly have given his body over to torment, have laid down his life if need be, for the sake of this country he loved. And so blinded was he by those gleams of glory which the stars fling into the eyes of young lovers, that he saw perfection where none existed; saw a patient endurance that was purely fictitious, and conceived of a loyalty far beyond the limits of his nature.
He loved deeply, far more deeply than many a one who could fearlessly proclaim themselves a lover. Since this is a hard and sad truth for the telling; those whom nature has sacrificed to her ends- her mysterious ends that often lie hidden- are sometimes endowed with a vast will to loving, with an endless capacity for suffering also, which much go hand in hand with their love.
But at first Edward's eyes were drawn to the stars, and saw only gleam upon gleam of glory. His physical passion fulfilled by his wife, his emotional passion fulfilled by his country. These passions had aroused a strange response in his spirit, so that side by side with every hot impulse that led him at times beyond his own understanding, there would come an impulse not of the body; a fine, selfless thing of great beauty and courage- he would gladly have given his body over to torment, have laid down his life if need be, for the sake of this country he loved. And so blinded was he by those gleams of glory which the stars fling into the eyes of young lovers, that he saw perfection where none existed; saw a patient endurance that was purely fictitious, and conceived of a loyalty far beyond the limits of his nature.