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It would seem that celestial light has burnt into and gleams forth from the very bones of the elect, that a radiance sinks into the heart's core and dazzles the eye which sees but the outer flesh. And my mind rebuilds with new wings, by God's grace, beyond the self, for I think what must be He who can unfold such splendor so swiftly, from a sparkle in the dark night. And then as after lightning, the shadows devour a path less obscure, less overhung I against my will still walk today, for faith needs must live in God's light, only this can lift this clutch of frightening human cares. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: From V CLIX:319. See also B S1:177:173. No MSs; Valgrisi 178. Key |
