From strong desire and its alluring power.
I feel in me the turmoil of thy soul;
It robs me of the calmness that I need.
’Tis not Johannes who directs the storm
Into my soul; it is some other man,
O’er whom he was victorious in the past.
Now as a wraith it roams the spirit-plains;—
Once known for such it straight will fade away.
Johannes:
That is Maria as she really is,