And he to me: “Because thou fixest still Thy mind entirely upon earthly things, Thou pluckest darkness from the very light. That goodness infinite and ineffable 821 Which is above there, runneth unto love, As to a lucid body comes the sunbeam. So much it gives itself as it finds ardor, 822 So that as far as charity extends, O’er it increases the eternal valor. And the more people thitherward aspire, More are there to love well, and more they love there, And, as a mirror, one reflects the other. And if my reasoning appease thee not, Thou shalt see Beatrice; and she will fully Take from thee this and every other longing. Endeavour, then, that soon may be extinct, As are the two already, the five wounds That close themselves again by being painful.” Even as I wished to say, “Thou dost appease me,” I saw that I had reached another circle, So that my eager eyes made me keep silence. There it appeared to me that in a vision