If Hallam, in the intermediate state be exchanging replies with the great
intellects there assembled from all time,--"the spirits of just men made
perfect"--how dwarfed and insignificant must seem any intercourse with his
friend still left here--
"How blanch'd with darkness must I grow!"
This figure of speech will be taken from the blanching of vegetables in
the dark. Still, he would have him turn to
"the doubtful shore,[41]
Where thy first form was made a man;"
that is, to this world, distinguishing it from that "second state
sublime," into which Hallam had been admitted; for not even there can more
affection be found, than I conceived and yet cherish:
"I loved thee, Spirit, and love, nor can
The soul of Shakespeare love thee more."
This is all that even Shakespeare can do, if he and thou be now compeers.