But Benedictus tells thee when awake,
So dost thou slay, beholding, thy response.
Aye, gaze therein.
Strader:
Aye, gaze therein. I will. What do I see?
Two forms confused? They change, yea, and they tear,
One at the other tears—a battle now—
The phantoms fight each other furiously,—
Destruction reigns, and from it gloom is born;—
From out the gloom now issue other shades