And felt how colours longed to see themselves
Mirrored as spirit in the souls of men.
So doth my friend’s soul speak as if ’twere mine
Out of my pictures to the human heart.
Maria:
Bethink, Johannes, how the One Soul must—
A personality apart from all—
Evolve from out the womb of time.
Love serves to knit together separate souls
Not kill their individuality.