We reach the spirit-circle of the soul.
Maria’s Soul:
The flames draw nigh, they draw nigh with my thought
There from my distant cosmic shore of souls;
A fierce strife doth draw nigh;—’tis mine own thought
Which battles with the thoughts of Lucifer;—
Mine own thought battles in another’s soul,—
The hot light issues—out of gloomy cold—
Like lightning flashes. Is this hot soul-light—
This soul-light—in the cosmic fields of ice?