How without guile thy bosom, all transparent Thou shun'st the haunts of man, to dwell in limpid fount! THE CELESTIAL PILOT. FROM DANTE. PURGATORIO, II. AND now, behold! as at the approach of morning, Appeared to me,-would I again could see it!- And when therefrom I had withdrawn a little 589141 Thereafter on all sides of it appeared, My master yet had uttered not a word, He cried aloud; Quick, quick, and bow the knee! Behold the Angel of God! fold up thy hands! Henceforward shalt thou see such officers! See, how he scorns all human arguments, Than his own wings between so distant shores! See how he holds them, pointed straight to heaven, Fanning the air with the eternal pinions, That do not moult themselves like mortal hair! And then, as nearer and more near us came The Bird of Heaven, more glorious he appeared, So that the eye could not sustain his presence, But down I cast it; and he came to shore Upon the stern stood the Celestial Pilot! In exitu Israel out of Egypt! Thus sang they all together in one voice, Then made he sign of holy rood upon them, THE TERRESTRIAL PARADISE. FROM DANTE. PURGATORIO, XXVIII. LONGING already to search in and round Withouten more delay, I left the bank, A gently-breathing air, that no mutation |