’Twas she who wished to be revealed to me.
She stood before me since ’tis her I’ll see
When I have gained an entrance through this gate.
’Tis right to love her, for her soul did stand
Before me in that other body-form
Which showed me how ’tis her that I must love.
Through thee alone will I now find myself
And win the future, fighting in thy strength.
The Guardian:
I cannot keep thee back from what must be.