The mystic hath conducted thee to us.
From being and from naught the world was made
Which to a semblance wove itself for thee.
Semblance is good, by being understood;
Thou didst but dream it in thy sembled life;
And semblance known by semblance disappears.
Learn, semblance of a semblance, what thou art.
The Mystic:
Thus speaks the guardian of this temple’s door.
Feel in thyself the sore weight of his words.