A miracle this cannot be"—I said
"Be there a miracle!"—for I saw you!
An. His head lies south the portal!
Dja. —Weighed with this
The general good, how could I choose my own?
What matter was my purity of soul?
Little by little I engaged myself—
Heaven would accept me for its instrument,
I hoped: I said Heaven had accepted me!
An. Is it this blood breeds dreams in me?—Who said