When the Septentrion of the highest heaven 1109 (Which never either setting knew or rising, Nor veil of other cloud than that of sin, And which made everyone therein aware Of his own duty, as the lower makes Whoever turns the helm to come to port) Motionless halted, the veracious people, That came at first between it and the Griffin, Turned themselves to the car, as to their peace. And one of them, as if by Heaven commissioned, Singing, “ Veni, sponsa, de Libano ” 1110 Shouted three times, and all the others after. Even as the Blessed at the final summons Shall rise up quickened each one from his cavern, Uplifting light the reinvested flesh, So upon that celestial chariot A hundred rose ad vocem tanti senis , 1111