But I see not the scene of its result.
And if I try to see, my vision dies.
Maria:
Thy vision dies,—my guide and leader, thine?—
Who stays for thee thy seership’s certain gaze?
Benedictus:
Johannes flees therewith to cosmic space;
We must pursue;—for I can hear him call.
Maria:
He calls,—from spirit-space his call rings out;