Or if reality hath left me now?
Yet do I feel in me my strength renewed.
’Twas no illusion, but the man himself.
I will experience thee within myself,
O Benedictus, for thou gav’st me power,
Which, growing of itself within myself,
Taught me to sever error from the truth.
And yet to vain illusion I succumbed:
1 felt a shudd’ring fear at thine approach;
And could consider thee a fantasy,