Make clear unto souls
The magical web
That forms their own life.’
These are the words that still distinctly ring
Within my soul; that which I saw before
Passed in confusion out of my soul’s ken.
Yet what a power stirs in me, when I think;
‘The magical web
That forms their own life.’
(He relapses once more into meditation; there appears to him as a thought-form of his own a group composed of: The Spirit of Johannes’ Youth, with Lucifer on its right and Theodora’s soul on its left.)