To please me at the mirror, here I deck me, But never does my sister Rachel leave Her looking-glass, and sitteth all day long. To see her beauteous eyes as eager is she, As I am to adorn me with my hands; Her, seeing, and me, doing satisfies.” And now before the antelucan splendors That unto pilgrims the more grateful rise, As, home-returning, less remote they lodge, The darkness fled away on every side, 1068 And slumber with it; whereupon I rose, Seeing already the great Masters risen. “That apple sweet, which through so many branches 1069 The care of mortals goeth in pursuit of, Today shall put in peace thy hungerings.” Speaking to me, Virgilius of such words As these made use; and never were there guerdons That could in pleasantness compare with these. Such longing upon longing came upon me To be above, that at each step thereafter For flight I felt in me the pinions growing. When underneath us was the stairway all