Perchance it is—for look, she comes again.
And it doth seem to me as though e’en now
This mystic spirit-mood would show itself.
Theodora:
I am compelled to speak. Before my soul
A pictured form stands wrapped in robes of light;
From which strange words are sounding in mine ears.
I feel myself in future centuries,
And men do I behold as yet unborn:—
They also see the pictured form; they too