Ludwig Tieck,
The Old Man of the Mountain — SECTION I
“ It is so perishable, and therefore so dear. Was it my poor Clary's fault, that she was only a leather doll? Last week I was looking at her again one day, and could not make out myself how I came to be so fond of her formerly; and yet I could almost have cried to think that none of the feelings of those days will ever come back to me again. But surely this cannot be fickleness in me now, any more than my love ten years ago was idolatry and wickedness.— Dear angel, said Edward tenderly, our heart is trained by the love of visible perishable objects for the love of the invisible and eternal. ”
