Here my powers rest from their high fantasy, but already I could feel my being turned- instinct and intellect balanced equally. as in a wheel whose motion nothing jars- by the Love that moves the Sun and the other stars.

There sighs, lamentations and loud wailings resounded through the starless air, so that at first it made me weep; strange tongues, horrible language, words of pain, tones of anger, voices loud and hoarse, and with these the sound of hands, made a tumult which is whirling through that air forever dark, and sand eddies in a whirlwind.

The more souls who resonate together, the greater the intensity of their love... and, mirror-like... each soul reflects the other.

Justice divine has weighed: the doom is clear. All hope renounce, ye lost, who enter here.

What shall one do with the verse, if he knows not That?

Reason flies When following the senses, on clipped wings.

Stand firm as the tower that never shakes its top whatever wind may blow.