| Again I find myself in this narrow chamber | |
| And my kettle simmers with the same old brew | |
| Now turning sour | |
| There must be more to this than chemistry | |
| As my soul burns with fever | |
| Instinctively I do repeat the simple formula | |
| "Solve et coagula" | |
| He stands to face his fate alone | |
| Who will not be content with stone | |
| Some distant glimmers used to lessen my despair | |
| Since then this darkened cell has lost its charm | |
| Now I seek a lightning's glare | |
| "Grips thee, thou Superman! Where is the soul elated? | |
| Where is the breast that in its self a world created"-M | |
| "Why grinnest thou at me, thou hollow skull? | |
| Save that thy brain, confused like mine, once sought bright day | |
| And in the sombre twilight dull, | |
| With lust for truth, went wretchedly astray?"-F |