But through the sight, that fortified itself In me by looking, one appearance only To me was ever changing as I changed. 2096 Within the deep and luminous subsistence 2097 Of the High Light appeared to me three circles, 2098 Of threefold color and of one dimension, And by the second seemed the first reflected As Iris is by Iris, and the third Seemed fire that equally from both is breathed. O how all speech is feeble and falls short Of my conceit, and this to what I saw Is such, ’tis not enough to call it little! O Light Eterne, sole in thyself that dwellest, Sole knowest thyself, and, known unto thyself And knowing, lovest and smilest on thyself! That circulation, which being thus conceived Appeared in thee as a reflected light, 2099 When somewhat contemplated by mine eyes, Within itself, of its own very color Seemed to me painted with our effigy,