So I became aware that my gyration With heaven together had increased its arc, That miracle beholding more adorned. 1695 And such as is the change, in little lapse Of time, in a pale woman, when her face Is from the load of bashfulness unladen, Such was it in mine eyes, when I had turned, 1696 Caused by the whiteness of the temperate star, The sixth, which to itself had gathered me. Within that Jovial torch did I behold The sparkling of the love which was therein Delineate our language to mine eyes. And even as birds uprisen from the shore, As in congratulation o’er their food, Make squadrons of themselves, now round, now long, 1697 So from within those lights the holy creatures Sang flying to and fro, and in their figures Made of themselves now d , now i