She saith illusion …
… yet ’tis passing fair.
It lives; Johannes feels it in himself,
He feels Maria’s nearness in him too.
Johannes will not know how spirit works
To solve the riddles of the soul’s dark depths.
He will create and will as artists work.
So may that part of him still lie concealed,
Which consciously would gaze on cosmic heights.
(He sinks into further meditation.)