I will be grateful to thee evermore
If thou in love dost cultivate the powers
Laid up for me within the womb of time
By that young mystic in that bygone age
Whom once thy soul sought at the temple gate.
But thou must first this spirit truly see
At whose side I have now appeared to thee.
Maria:
Maria, as thou wouldst behold her, lives
In other worlds than those where truth abides.