There far away, bright being disappears;
It floats in shadow-pictures through the depths;
And, floating, strives to gain some steadying weight.
Hilary’s Soul: (With the figure of a steel-blue-grey elemental spirit changed to resemble a man’s; the head less bowed, and the limbs more human.)
The mist of wishes doth reflect the light
Thrown on the realm of spirit by earth’s star,
The star for which in this world thou dost form
From soul-material a thinking self.
For thee ’tis but a fleeting web of mist,
But to themselves they seem like solid souls.