Chapter 28

           Afterthetruthagainstthepresentlife

           Ofmiserablemortalswasunfolded

           Byherwhodothimparadisemymind,

           Asinalooking-glassataper’sflame

           Heseeswhofrombehindislightedbyit,

           Beforehehasitinhissightorthought,

           Andturnshimroundtoseeifsotheglass

           Tellhimthetruth,andseesthatitaccords

           Therewithasdothamusicwithitsmetre,

           Insimilarwisemymemoryrecollecteth

           ThatIdid,lookingintothosefaireyes,

           OfwhichLovemadethespringestoensnareme.

           AndasIturnedmeround,andmineweretouched

           Bythatwhichisapparentinthatvolume,

           Wheneveronitsgyrewegazeintent,

           ApointbeheldI,thatwasrayingout

           Lightsoacute,thesightwhichitenkindles

           Mustcloseperforcebeforesuchgreatacuteness.