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Paradiso: Canto XXXI

In fashion then as of a snow-white rose
  Displayed itself to me the saintly host,
  Whom Christ in his own blood had made his bride,
But the other host, that flying sees and sings
  The glory of Him who doth enamour it,
  And the goodness that created it so noble,
Even as a swarm of bees, that sinks in flowers
  One moment, and the next returns again
  To where its labour is to sweetness turned,
Sank into the great flower, that is adorned
  With leaves so many, and thence reascended
  To where its love abideth evermore.
Their faces had they all of living flame,
  And wings of gold, and all the rest so white
  No snow unto that limit doth attain.
From bench to bench, into the flower descending,
  They carried something of the peace and ardour
  Which by the fanning of their flanks they won.
Nor did the interposing 'twixt the flower
  And what was o'er it of such plenitude
  Of flying shapes impede the sight and splendour;
Because the light divine so penetrates
  The universe, according to its merit,
  That naught can be an obstacle against it.
This realm secure and full of gladsomeness,
  Crowded with ancient people and with modern,
  Unto one mark had all its look and love.
O Trinal Light, that in a single star
  Sparkling upon their sight so satisfies them,
  Look down upon our tempest here below!
If the barbarians, coming from some region
  That every day by Helice is covered,
  Revolving with her son whom she delights in,
Beholding Rome and all her noble works,
  Were wonder-struck, what time the Lateran
  Above all mortal things was eminent, – 
I who to the divine had from the human,
  From time unto eternity, had come,
  From Florence to a people just and sane,
With what amazement must I have been filled!
  Truly between this and the joy, it was
  My pleasure not to hear, and to be mute.
And as a pilgrim who delighteth him
  In gazing round the temple of his vow,
  And hopes some day to retell how it was,
So through the living light my way pursuing
  Directed I mine eyes o'er all the ranks,
  Now up, now down, and now all round about.
Faces I saw of charity persuasive,
  Embellished by His light and their own smile,
  And attitudes adorned with every grace.
The general form of Paradise already
  My glance had comprehended as a whole,
  In no part hitherto remaining fixed,
And round I turned me with rekindled wish
  My Lady to interrogate of things
  Concerning which my mind was in suspense.
One thing I meant, another answered me;
  I thought I should see Beatrice, and saw
  An Old Man habited like the glorious people.
O'erflowing was he in his eyes and cheeks
  With joy benign, in attitude of pity
  As to a tender father is becoming.
And "She, where is she?" instantly I said;
  Whence he: "To put an end to thy desire,
  Me Beatrice hath sent from mine own place.
And if thou lookest up to the third round
  Of the first rank, again shalt thou behold her
  Upon the throne her merits have assigned her."
Without reply I lifted up mine eyes,
  And saw her, as she made herself a crown
  Reflecting from herself the eternal rays.
Not from that region which the highest thunders
  Is any mortal eye so far removed,
  In whatsoever sea it deepest sinks,
As there from Beatrice my sight; but this
  Was nothing unto me; because her image
  Descended not to me by medium blurred.
"O Lady, thou in whom my hope is strong,
  And who for my salvation didst endure
  In Hell to leave the imprint of thy feet,
Of whatsoever things I have beheld,
  As coming from thy power and from thy goodness
  I recognise the virtue and the grace.
Thou from a slave hast brought me unto freedom,
  By all those ways, by all the expedients,
  Whereby thou hadst the power of doing it.
Preserve towards me thy magnificence,
  So that this soul of mine, which thou hast healed,
  Pleasing to thee be loosened from the body."
Thus I implored; and she, so far away,
  Smiled, as it seemed, and looked once more at me;
  Then unto the eternal fountain turned.
And said the Old Man holy: "That thou mayst
  Accomplish perfectly thy journeying,
  Whereunto prayer and holy love have sent me,
Fly with thine eyes all round about this garden;
  For seeing it will discipline thy sight
  Farther to mount along the ray divine.
And she, the Queen of Heaven, for whom I burn
  Wholly with love, will grant us every grace,
  Because that I her faithful Bernard am."
As he who peradventure from Croatia
  Cometh to gaze at our Veronica,
  Who through its ancient fame is never sated,
But says in thought, the while it is displayed,
  "My Lord, Christ Jesus, God of very God,
  Now was your semblance made like unto this?"
Even such was I while gazing at the living
  Charity of the man, who in this world
  By contemplation tasted of that peace.
"Thou son of grace, this jocund life," began he,
  "Will not be known to thee by keeping ever
  Thine eyes below here on the lowest place;
But mark the circles to the most remote,
  Until thou shalt behold enthroned the Queen
  To whom this realm is subject and devoted."
I lifted up mine eyes, and as at morn
  The oriental part of the horizon
  Surpasses that wherein the sun goes down,
Thus, as if going with mine eyes from vale
  To mount, I saw a part in the remoteness
  Surpass in splendour all the other front.
And even as there where we await the pole
  That Phaeton drove badly, blazes more
  The light, and is on either side diminished,
So likewise that pacific oriflamme
  Gleamed brightest in the centre, and each side
  In equal measure did the flame abate.
And at that centre, with their wings expanded,
  More than a thousand jubilant Angels saw I,
  Each differing in effulgence and in kind.
I saw there at their sports and at their songs
  A beauty smiling, which the gladness was
  Within the eyes of all the other saints;
And if I had in speaking as much wealth
  As in imagining, I should not dare
  To attempt the smallest part of its delight.
Bernard, as soon as he beheld mine eyes
  Fixed and intent upon its fervid fervour,
  His own with such affection turned to her
That it made mine more ardent to behold.