I have deceived you—where shall I go for words—
I have no thoughts—my mind has been swept bare.
The messengers that stand in the fiery cloud,
Fling themselves out, if we but dare to question,
And after that, the Babylonian moon
Blots all away.
First Pupil (to other pupils)
I take his words to mean
That visionaries, and martyrs when they are raised
Above translunary things, and there enlightened,