What shall I say of the tenderness of the sun's face, in the night of the moon, / That it had brought a burning intensity to the garden, step by step.

This profound couplet speaks to the overwhelming nature of beauty and emotion. The poet wonders how the harsh brilliance of the sun can exist in the soft, gentle glow of a moonlit night. The intensity of the feeling (or the beauty itself) was so strong that it compelled him to walk through the garden, regardless of the time or the expected ambiance. It’s a beautiful paradox—a passion that defies logic.