And all that dwells within them; till grief cast
  Eclipse upon the soul from which it came.
  Such art thou now; nor is it I alone,
  Thy sister, thy companion, thine own chosen one,
  But the whole world which seeks thy sympathy.
  Hearest thou not sounds i' the air which speak the love
  Of all articulate beings? Feelest thou not
  The inanimate winds enamoured of thee? List! [Music.

ASIA
  Thy words are sweeter than aught else but his
  Whose echoes they are; yet all love is sweet,
  Given or returned. Common as light is love,
  And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
  Like the wide heaven, the all-sustaining air,
  It makes the reptile equal to the God;
  They who inspire it most are fortunate,
  As I am now; but those who feel it most
  Are happier still, after long sufferings,
  As I shall soon become.

PANTHEA
  List! Spirits speak.

VOICE in the air, singing
  Life of Life, thy lips enkindle
  With their love the breath between them;