Maria’s being, in monastic garb,
Turned from its father yonder soul away
That now is dweller in Johannes’ form.
This too hath caused some germs of mine to sprout
Which I shall surely bring to ripening.
Maria (turning to Lucifer):
In human nature there are springs of love
To which thy power can never penetrate.
They are unsealed when faults of former lives—
A load unwittingly assumed by man,—