The Fairy Tale, Fifth Act

[To the fifth Act]

Once upon a time there was a fairy creature,
It thought in fairy fashion
Of ghostly deeds that preceded the course of the earth.
It looked in dreamlike wakefulness,
What after earthly existence
Would become of the world and its rulers;
What was, what would once become,
Filled the creature blissfully,
But only proved painful to it,
What was present.
Human thought was its life,
But not human language.
And yet it must seek in human words
The senses of humans,
To guide earthly souls,
And when a human found himself
At the turning points of his life,
The being guides his steps,
So that, as if through secret gates,
Nature and spirit could draw closer,
To a spring where mysteriously
The water trickles and drops
Into enchantingly chaotic, harmonious mists
In dark, nocturnal forest places
Where silver floods of moonlight
Ripple ghostly in the treetops,
There the being let the human heart
Weaving within itself, feeling, pondering
And experiencing the spirit within itself. Thus it lured a man
To a forest spring
That shone in the moonlight.