“O company elect to the great supper 1841 Of the Lamb benedight, who feedeth you So that forever full is your desire, If by the grace of God this man foretaste Something of that which falleth from your table, Or ever death prescribe to him the time, Direct your mind to his immense desire, And him somewhat bedew; ye drinking are Forever at the fount whence comes his thought.” Thus Beatrice; and those souls beatified Transformed themselves to spheres on steadfast poles, Flaming intensely in the guise of comets. And as the wheels in works of horologes Revolve so that the first to the beholder Motionless seems, and the last one to fly, So in like manner did those carols, dancing 1842 In different measure, of their affluence 1843 Give me the gauge, as they were swift or slow. From that one which I noted of most beauty 1844 Beheld I issue forth a fire so happy