The glory of Him who moveth everything 1196 Doth penetrate the universe, and shine 1197 In one part more and in another less. Within that heaven which most his light receives 1198 Was I, and things beheld which to repeat 1199 Nor knows, nor can, who from above descends; Because in drawing near to its desire 1200 Our intellect ingulphs itself so far, That after it the memory cannot go. Truly whatever of the holy realm I had the power to treasure in my mind Shall now become the subject of my song. O good Apollo, for this last emprise 1201 Make of me such a vessel of thy power As giving the beloved laurel asks! One summit of Parnassus hitherto Has been enough for me, but now with both I needs must enter the arena left.