Jean Paul,
Tales of Humour and Romance
(1829)
“ Eugenius awoke on high, the earth still stood glimmering in the clear sky—his heart palpitated, his eye burned with a tear which had never yet fallen upon the moon.—Rosamond awoke below, and a large warm dew-drop hung in a flower upon her bosom; the sultry cloud of her soul had fallen down in a soft shower of tears, her heart became light and sunny, her eye hung softly on the dawning sky, the world was strange to her, but not hateful, and her hands moved as if they beckoned on those that were dead. ”
