Or shadow, massed, freezes to gloom: behold
How such, with fit assistance to unfold,
Or obstacles to crush them, disengage
Their forms, love, hate, hope, fear, peace make, war wage,
In presence of you all! Myself, implied
Superior now, as, by the platform's side,
I bade them do and suffer,—would last content
The world ... no—that's too far! I circumvent
A few, my masque contented, and to these
Offer unveil the last of mysteries—