The bond burst; longingly, strong, daring, divine, she flies like a bird which is allowed now for the first time to stretch its wings. Fly, bird, fly! Truly, if this royal flight were a departure from me, my pain would be infinitely deep. As if Pygmalion's beloved were turned to stone again, that is how it would be for me. I have made her light, light as a thought; shouldn't this, my thought, belong to me?