Spirit: You have implored me to appear, make known my voice, reveal my face; Your soul's entreaty won my grace; here I am! What abject fear grasps you, oh superman! Where is the soul's impassioned call? And where the breast that even now had fashioned a world to bear and nurse within - that trembled thus, swollen with joy that it resembled us?
Goethe, Faust Pt. 1
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