Whatever melody most sweetly soundeth
On earth, and to itself most draws the soul,Would seem a cloud that, rent asunder, thunders,
Compared unto the sounding of that lyreWherewith was crowned the sapphire beautiful,Which gives the clearest heaven its sapphire hue.
“I am Angelic Love, that circle roundThe joy sublime which breathes from out the wombThat was the hostelry of our Desire;
And I shall circle, Lady of Heaven, whileThou followest thy Son, and mak’st divinerThe sphere supreme, because thou enterest there.”