Spoken in a manner gentle and benign, Such as we hear not in this mortal region. With open wings, which of a swan appeared, Upward he turned us who thus spake to us, Between the two walls of the solid granite. He moved his pinions afterwards and fanned us, Affirming those qui lugent to be blessed, For they shall have their souls with comfort filled. 891 “What aileth thee, that aye to earth thou gazest?” To me my Guide began to say, we both Somewhat beyond the Angel having mounted. And I: “With such misgiving makes me go A vision new, which bends me to itself, So that I cannot from the thought withdraw me.” “Didst thou behold,” he said, “that old enchantress, Who sole above us henceforth is lamented? 892 Didst thou behold how man is freed from her? Suffice it thee, and smite earth with thy heels, 893 Thine eyes lift upward to the lure, that whirls