So pleases me your courteous demand, I cannot and I will not hide me from you. I am Arnaut, who weep and singing go; Contrite I see the folly of the past, And joyous see the hoped-for day before me. Therefore do I implore you, by that power Which guides you to the summit of the stairs, Be mindful to assuage my suffering!

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The description of the Seventh and last Circle continued.

Cowley, “Hymn to Light”:⁠—

“Say from what golden quivers of the sky

Do all thy winged arrows fly?”