none, the vast
  Interposition of such numerous flight
  Cast, from above, upon the flower, or view
  Obstructed aught.  For, through the universe,
  Wherever merited, celestial light
  Glides freely, and no obstacle prevents. 
    All there, who reign in safety and in bliss,
  Ages long past or new, on one sole mark
  Their love and vision fixed.  O trinal beam
  Of individual star, that charm’st them thus! 
  Vouchsafe one glance to gild our storm below. 
    If the grim brood, from Arctic shores that roamed
  (Where Helice forever, as she wheels,
  Sparkles a mother’s fondness on her son),
  Stood in mute wonder mid the works of Rome,
  When to their view the Lateran arose
  In greatness more than earthly; I, who then
  From human to divine had passed, from time
  Unto eternity, and out of Florence
  To justice and to truth, how might I chuse
  But marvel too?  ’Twixt gladness and amaze,
  In sooth, no will had I to utter aught,
  Or hear.  And, as a pilgrim, when he rests
  Within the temple of his vow, looks round
  In breathless awe, and hopes some time to tell
  Of all its goodly state; e’en so mine eyes
  Coursed up and down along the living light,
  Now low, and now aloft, and now around,
  Visiting every step.  Looks I beheld,
  Where charity in soft persuasion sat;
  Smiles from within, and radiance from above;
  And, in each gesture, grace and honor high. 
    So roved my ken, and in its general form
  All Paradise surveyed.

DANTE.

Translation of HENRY FRANCIS CARY.