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METROPOLIS ripped open depths the fire welled up; The earth burnt with all she bore. The waves of the sea became waves of fire. The organ Bared up, a roaring torch of music. The ~rth. the sea and the hymn-blazing organ crashed in and became ashes. But high ahove the deserts and the spaces, to which creation was burnt, the stars of heaven danced the solemn mighty dance. . . Then, from the grey, scattered ashes, on trembling wings unspeakably beautiful and solitary, rose a bird with jewelled feathers. It uttered a mournful cry. No bird which ever lived could have mom:ned so agorusingly. It hovered above the ashes of the 'completely ruined earth. It hovered hither ao.d thither, not knowing where to settle. It hovered above the grave of the sea and above the corpse of the earth. Never, since the sinning angel fell from heaven to hell, had the air heard such a cry of despair. l'hen, from the solemn mighty dance of the stars, one freed itself and neared the dead earth. Its light was gentler than moonlight and more imperious than the light of the sun. Among the music of the spheres it was the most heavenly note. It enveloped the mourning bird in its dear light; it was as sb'ong as a deity, crying: «To me.... to mel" Then the jewelled bird left the grave of the sea and earth and gave its sinking wings up ,to the powerful voice which bore it. Moving in a cradle of light, it swept upwards and sang, becoming a note of the spheres, vanishing into Eternity .... Freder let his fingers slip from the keys. He bent forward and buried his face in his hands.' He pressed his eyes until he saw the fiery dance of the stars behind his eyelids. Nothing could help him-nothing. Everywhere, everywhere, in an agonising, blissful omnipresence, stood, in his vision, the one one countenance. The austere countenance of the virgin, the sweet countenance of the mother-the agony and the desire with which he called and called for the one single vision for which his racked heart had not even a name, except the one, eternal, you . . . . you . . .. you . . . . , He let his hands sink and raised his eyes to the heights of 9