ThatstillupontheGriffinsteadfaststayed.
Asinaglassthesun, nototherwise
Withinthemwasthetwofoldmonstershining,
Nowwiththeone, nowwiththeothernature.
Think, Reader, ifwithinmyselfImarvelled,
WhenIbeheldthethingitselfstandstill,
Andinitsimageittransformeditself.
Whilewithamazementfilledandjubilant,
Mysoulwastastingofthefood, thatwhile
Itsatisfiesusmakesushungerforit,
Themselvesrevealingofthehighestrank
Inbearing, didtheotherthreeadvance,
Singingtotheirangelicsaraband.
"Turn, Beatrice, Oturnthyholyeyes,"
Suchwastheirsong, "untothyfaithfulone,
Whohastoseetheeta'ensomanysteps.
Ingracedousthegracethatthouunveil
Thyfacetohim, sothathemaydiscern
Thesecondbeautywhichthoudostconceal."
Osplendourofthelivinglighteternal!
WhounderneaththeshadowofParnassus
Hasgrownsopale, ordrunksoatitscistern,
Hewouldnotseemtohavehismindencumbered
Strivingtopainttheeasthoudidstappear,
Wheretheharmoniousheaveno'ershadowedthee,
Whenintheopenairthoudidstunveil?
