How many are the fangs, with which this love
Is grappled to thy soul.”  I did not miss,
To what intent the eagle of our Lord
Had pointed his demand; yea noted well
Th’ avowal, which he led to; and resum’d: 
“All grappling bonds, that knit the heart to God,
Confederate to make fast our clarity. 
The being of the world, and mine own being,
The death which he endur’d that I should live,
And that, which all the faithful hope, as I do,
To the foremention’d lively knowledge join’d,
Have from the sea of ill love sav’d my bark,
And on the coast secur’d it of the right. 
As for the leaves, that in the garden bloom,
My love for them is great, as is the good
Dealt by th’ eternal hand, that tends them all.” 
     I ended, and therewith a song most sweet
Rang through the spheres; and “Holy, holy, holy,”
Accordant with the rest my lady sang. 
And as a sleep is broken and dispers’d
Through sharp encounter of the nimble light,
With the eye’s spirit running forth to meet
The ray, from membrane on to the membrane urg’d;
And the upstartled wight loathes that be sees;
So, at his sudden waking, he misdeems
Of all around him, till assurance waits
On better judgment:  thus the saintly came
Drove from before mine eyes the motes away,
With the resplendence of her own, that cast
Their brightness downward, thousand miles below. 
Whence I my vision, clearer shall before,
Recover’d; and, well nigh astounded, ask’d
Of a fourth light, that now with us I saw. 
     And Beatrice:  “The first diving soul,
That ever the first virtue fram’d, admires
Within these rays his Maker.”  Like the leaf,
That bows its lithe top till the blast is blown;
By its own virtue rear’d then stands aloof;
So I, the whilst she said, awe-stricken bow’d. 
Then eagerness to speak embolden’d me;
And I began:  “O fruit! that wast alone
Mature, when first engender’d!  Ancient father! 
That doubly seest in every wedded bride
Thy daughter by affinity and blood! 
Devoutly as I may, I pray thee hold
Converse with me:  my will thou seest; and I,
More speedily to hear thee, tell it not "
     It chanceth oft some animal bewrays,
Through the sleek cov’ring of his furry coat. 
The fondness, that stirs in him and conforms
His outside seeming to the cheer within: 
And in like guise was Adam’s spirit mov’d
To joyous mood, that through the covering shone,
Transparent, when to pleasure me it spake: 
“No need thy will be told, which I untold
Better discern, than thou whatever thing
Thou holdst most certain:  for that will I see
In Him, who is truth’s mirror, and Himself
Parhelion unto all things, and naught else
To him.  This wouldst thou hear; how long since God
Plac’d me high garden, from whose hounds
She led me up in this ladder, steep and long;
What space endur’d my season of delight;