’Tis I who fill the artist’s soul with power
And whatsoe’er of beauty men have seen
Hath had its prototype within my realm—
Now ask thyself, if thou shouldst fear me still.
Maria:
In these domains which Lucifer commands
Fear hath not verily her proper place.
From hence he must send forth into men’s souls
Not fear, but wishes, as his gifts to men.
Fear comes from quite another realm of power.