Paradiso: Canto 24 Dante Alighieri (Ft. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)

Paradiso: Canto XXIV

"O company elect to the great supper
    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
    In different measure, of their affluence
    Give me the gauge, as they were swift or slow.