I hear a word which sounds and sounds again. It seems significant, and yet the sound Doth vanish, and the lust for life doth seize Its echoed answer. Which road would it take? THE OTHER PHILIA: (Arrayed like a copy of Lucifer, though the radiance is lacking. Instead of the sword she has a sort of dagger, and in place of the planet a red ball like a fruit.) It travels onward in its search for weight Unto the place where radiant being fades And misty pictures surge into the depths. If thou dost keep its meaning in thy realm I'll bring its power to thee within the mist; Then thou wilt re-discover it on earth. PHILIA: (Figure like an angel, yellow merging into a sort of white, with wings of a bright violet, a lighter shade than Maria has later on.--All three soul-figures are near Strader's soul and stand in the centre of the stage.) The mist-creations I will tend for thee That they may not when conscious guide thy will; That will I unto cosmic light entrust Wherein they form the heat thy nature needs. ASTRID: (Figure like an angel, robed in bright violet, with blue wings.) I beam forth clear and wondrous life of stars To beings, that they may make forms therefrom. They to thine earthly body shall give strength, From knowledge far, but near to heart's intent. LUNA: (Figure like an angel, robe of blue and red, with orange wings.) The weighty being, they with toil create, In thy sense-body will I later hide; That thou mayst not in thought turn it to ill And thus stir up a storm in earthly life. STRADER'S SOUL: The three were speaking to me sunshine's words, They work for me where I can see them work. Full many figures are they fashioning; I feel an impulse by soul-power to change Them with design, and make them one with me. Awake in me, O royal solar power That by resistance I may dim thy might; Desire brought from moon ages moves me thus. A golden glow now stirs, I feel its warmth, And silver sheen, forth-spraying though yet cold; Awake, Mercurial longing, once again And wed my severed cosmic self to me. Well do I feel that once again a part Is formed from out that picture, which I here From cosmic spirit forces must create. CAPESIUS' SOUL: On that far shore of souls I see emerge A picture that ne'er touched my being yet Since I escaped the clutch of earthly life. It rays out grace and soothes with soft appeal. The warming glow of wisdom streams therefrom, And clarifying light gives to my soul. Could I but make this picture one with me I should attain what I am thirsting for. Yet know I not the power which could avail To make this picture active in my sphere. LUNA: