but because we are wont to love.
There is always some madness in love. But there is always,
also, some method in madness.
And to me also, who appreciate life, the butterflies,
and soap-bubbles, and whatever is like them amongst us,
seem most to enjoy happiness.
To see these light, foolish, pretty, lively little sprites flit about...
...I should only believe in a God that would know how to dance...
Now am I light, now do I fly, now do I see myself under myself.
Now there danceth a God in me."