But starry writing is to him unknown.
Capesius’ Soul:
The starry writing! this word wakens thoughts,
And bears them on the waves of soul to me.
Thoughts which in earth-lives in the distant past
Were to my being wondrously revealed
They lighten still, yet—as they grow, they fade;
Oblivion sheds its gloomy shade around.
The Guardian: (Enter the Guardian of the Threshold, like an angel, symbolically arrayed and steps to the side of the souls of Maria and Benedictus.)
Ye souls who now at Lucifer’s demand