What an infinity of bliss the possession of your love seemed to me — the future so full of passionate sweet life that my spirit shrank blinded from trying to explore it; I stopped content with the delicious sense of that moment alone.

The speaker describes love as an overwhelming, almost ungraspable abundance—“an infinity of bliss”—that makes the future feel too radiant to contemplate directly. The image of the spirit “shr[inking] blinded” suggests that desire can exceed the mind’s capacity to imagine consequences or duration; anticipation becomes as dazzling as it is frightening. Rather than projecting forward, the speaker chooses to dwell in the immediacy of sensation, “content with the delicious sense of that moment alone.” The passage thus dramatizes a tension between futurity (plans, narratives, permanence) and presence (the self-sufficient intensity of a single instant), implying that love’s highest pitch may be lived rather than explained or secured.