How love’s word works with the creative word
In closest union, doth arouse in us
Germs we shall need in future lives on earth.
(The souls of Romanus, Torquatus, and Bellicosus disappear—Benedictus’ soul and Maria’s soul appear by the side of the Guardian of the Threshold, who now enters.)
The Guardian:
Behold the cosmic midnight of yourselves!
I hold you ’neath the spell of ripened light
Which pours on you from Saturn, till your sheaths,
More strongly waking through this same light’s power
Become self-luminous, with living hues.