This stern cold spirit-face, this dignity
That chills my earthly feelings—’tis not thus
Johannes will or can Maria see
Draw nigh to him. ’Tis not Maria—this—
Whom by kind fate’s decree wise powers have sent.
(Maria disappears from Johannes’ vision.)
Where is Maria whom Johannes loved
Before she had transformed his soul in him
And led it up to ice-cold spirit-heights?
And where Johannes, whom Maria loved,