Singing like unto an enamoured lady She, with the ending of her words, continued:
"Beati quorum tecta sunt peccata."
And even as Nymphs, that wandered all alone Among the sylvan shadows, sedulous One to avoid and one to see the sun, She then against the stream moved onward, going Along the bank, and I abreast of her, Her little steps with little steps attending.
Between her steps and mine were not a hundred, When equally the margins gave a turn, In such a way, that to the East I faced.
Nor even thus our way continued far Before the lady wholly turned herself Unto me, saying, "Brother, look and listen!"
And lo! a sudden lustre ran across On every side athwart the spacious forest, Such that it made me doubt if it were lightning.
But since the lightning ceases as it comes, And that continuing brightened more and more, Within my thought I said, "What thing is this?"
And a delicious melody there ran Along the luminous air, whence holy zeal Made me rebuke the hardihood of Eve;
For there where earth and heaven obedient were, The woman only, and but just created, Could not endure to stay 'neath any veil;
Underneath which had she devoutly stayed, I sooner should have tasted those delights Ineffable, and for a longer time.
While 'mid such manifold first-fruits I walked Of the eternal pleasure all enrapt, And still solicitous of more delights, In front of us like an enkindled fire Became the air beneath the verdant boughs, And the sweet sound as singing now was heard.
O Virgins sacrosanct! if ever hunger, Vigils, or cold for you I have endured, The occasion spurs me their reward to claim!
Now Helicon must needs pour forth for me, And with her choir Urania must assist me, To put in verse things difficult to think.
A little farther on, seven trees of gold In semblance the long space still intervening Between ourselves and them did counterfeit;
But when I had approached so near to them The common object, which the sense deceives, Lost not by distance any of its marks, The faculty that lends discourse to reason Did apprehend that they were candlesticks, And in the voices of the song "Hosanna!"
Above them flamed the harness beautiful, Far brighter than the moon in the serene Of midnight, at the middle of her month.
I turned me round, with admiration filled, To good Virgilius, and he answered me With visage no less full of wonderment.
Then back I turned my face to those high things, Which moved themselves towards us so sedately, They had been distanced by new-wedded brides.
The lady chid me: "Why dost thou burn only So with affection for the living lights, And dost not look at what comes after them?"
Then saw I people, as behind their leaders, Coming behind them, garmented in white, And such a whiteness never was on earth.
The water on my left flank was resplendent, And back to me reflected my left side, E'en as a mirror, if I looked therein.
When I upon my margin had such post That nothing but the stream divided us, Better to see I gave my steps repose;
