Let rest in darkness, bring not forth into light, that which blooms sacredly in the quiet depths of the heart.
JULIUS
Where may the billow of life be sporting with the impulsive youth whom tender feeling and wild fate vehemently dragged into the harsh world?
LUCINDA
Uniquely transfigured, the pure image of the noble Unknown shines in the blue sky of your pure soul.
JULIUS
Oh eternal longing! But surely the futile desire, the vain glare, of the day will grow dim and go out, and there will be forever more the restful feeling of a great night of love.
LUCINDA
Thus does the woman's heart in my ardent breast feel, when I am allowed to be as I am. It longs only for your longing, and is peaceful where you find peace.