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I sometimes think some all-encompassing timeless light's taken me in, my soul off passing in and out of unearthly lights and shadows which flicker, mirrored here, there in earth's splendor. I gather, absorb these, then close myself shut. Yet I'm not so stripped, so apart, am still wrapped up in the world's changing scenes, though He leads, enables me to travel light, free. Then that moment comes-- on fire, no pride, no sense of self, I yield, melt as intense light consumes the thick air choking me. Up there one is alive for a little, oh, these burning lights tell how it will be in that eternal day. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: From V CLI:311. See also B S1:167:168. Ms Ve2; Valgrisi 168. Key |
