“One” with fiery sword of yore
Man of Paradise bereft!
At the gate a gulf he cleft;—
Over that thou mayst not soar!
Brand.
But the path of yearning’s left.[left.]
The Phantom.
[Vanishes in a thunder-clap; the mist fills the place where it stood; and a piercing scream is heard, as of one flying.]
Die! Earth cannot use thee more!
Brand.