Ye who, intelligent, the third heaven are moving ’; 1346 And are so full of love, to pleasure thee A little quiet will not be less sweet.” After these eyes of mine themselves had offered 1347 Unto my Lady reverently, and she Content and certain of herself had made them, Back to the light they turned, which so great promise Made of itself, and “Say, who art thou?” was My voice, imprinted with a great affection. O how and how much I beheld it grow 1348 With the new joy that superadded was Unto its joys, as soon as I had spoken! Thus changed, it said to me: “The world possessed me 1349 Short time below; and, if it had been more, Much evil will be which would not have been. My gladness keepeth me concealed from thee, Which rayeth round about me, and doth hide me Like as a creature swathed in its own silk. Much didst thou love me, and thou hadst good reason;