In order to understand how she was back then,
 You first  have to call yourself  to a place
 Where columns are within you; where you can sense
 The steps; where arches full of danger
 Bridge  the abyss of a space
 that remained within you, because it was
 built up from such pieces that you can
 no longer remove from yourself: unless you tore yourself down.
 Once you have reached that place, and everything is stone within you,
 Wall, staircase, vista, vault, - then try
 To pry open  the large curtain before you 
 just a little, with both hands:
 Then very exalted objects  gleam
 And overcome your breath and touch.
 Up and down, palace stands upon palace,
 Banisters stream more broadly out of banisters
 And appear high up on such ledges
 That you are overcome by vertigo when you see them.
 A cloud from incense burners shrouds your space;
 But that which is  most distant aims 
 directly at you with its straight rays -,
 And now that the glow from clear flaming chalices
 Plays upon the slowly approaching robes:
 How can you stand it?
 
 But she came and lifted
 Her eyes, to view all this.
 (a child, a little girl among women.)
 Then she climbed up calmly, full of self-confidence,
 Towards the moving pampered pomp:
 Showing already that everything that people are building
 Was outweighed by the praise
 
 in her heart.   By the joy of
 Devoting herself to the inner signs.
 The parents thought they were lifting her up,
 The threatening figure with the bejeweled breast
 Seemingly received her: But she went through all of them,
 As little as she was, and left every hand, walking
 Towards her fate already formed, which was higher than the Hall
 and heavier than the house.