First rose, a Leopard, nimble and light and fleet, Clothed in fine-furred pelt all dapple-dyed, Came gambolling out and skipped before my feet, Hindering me so, that from the forthright line Time and again I turned to beat retreat Yet not so much that I fell to quaking At a fresh sigh - a Lion in the way. I saw him coming, swift and savage, making For me head high, with ravenous hunger raving So that for dread the very air seemed shaking. And next, a Wolf, gaunt with famished craving Lodged ever in her horrible lean flank, The ancient cause of men's enslaving; She was the worst - at that dread sight a blank Despair and whelming terror pinned me fast, Until all hope to scale the mountain sank. (At this point Virgil appears to guide him on his ways- verses 62 ff.) Suddenly a form was there, which dumbly crossed My path ....... Canst thou be Virgil? thou fount of splendor, Whence poured so wide a stream of lordly speech?
And to I as sometimes at the approach of day Mars in the west across the ocean floor Glows through thick vapor with a dim, red ray, Even so - God send I see the sight once more ! - I saw a light come speeding o'er the sea. So swift, flight knows no simile therefore. For a brief space I turned inquiringly Back to my guide; then looked again and lo Bigger and brighter far it seemed to me. Then from each side of it, there seemed to grow A white I-Knew- not what; and there appeared Another whiteness, bit by hit, below. Now all this time my master spoke no word, Till plain we saw, those first two whitenesses Were wings .. and knowing then what helmsman steered, "Down, down:" he cried, "fold hands and bow thy knee, Behold the angel of the Lord: Henceforth Thou shall see many of these great emissaries. See how he scorns all instruments of earth, Needing no oar, no sail but his own wings, Twixt shores that span so vast an ocean's girth. See how each soaring pinion heavenward springs, beating the air with pens imperishable That are not mewed like mortal coverings." And hard on shore he steered his flight.... The heavenly pilot on the poop stood tiptoe And with him full a hundred souls had place... and so he brought the ship to. He signed them with the blessed cross and they, All with one motion, leapt upon the strand; Then swiftly as he came, he went his way.
Beatrice gazed on heav'n and I on her; ..whence she ... Turned to me as blithe as beauteous; "Lift up to God"; she said, "thy grateful sense Who with the first star now uniteth us" Into itself the eternal union Received us both, as water doth receive A ray of light and still remains all one.
But what I saw so carried me away To gaze on it, that ere I could confess, I had forgotten what I meant to say. Like as from polished and transparent glass, Or as from water clear and luminous, Whose shallows leave the bottom shadowless, The image of a face comes back to us So faint, a pearl on a white forehead stirs The seeing sense no slowlier than this does, Si I saw faces, many and diverse, Eager to speak ...so I turned instead Straight to my dear and guiding light; she smiled, Her holy eyes aflame, and then she said" True substances are these thou dose perceive, Who broke their vows, and so are cloistered here...."