Declare what can be read from cosmic words!
(The Neophyte is silent. The Chief Hierophant, much alarmed, continues):
He speaks not. Doth the vision leave thee? Speak!
The Neophyte:
Obedient to thy strict and sacred rite
I sank into the being of this flame
To wait the sound of lofty cosmic words.
(The assembled mystics, the Hierophant excepted, show an ever-increasing alarm during the speech of the Neophyte.)
I felt that I could shake off from myself
The weight of earth and be as light as air.