Shone the horizon; rarer did illume
Its scintillant goal my passage lofty and strait.
And my high Mentor, steady before my eye,
Shone so exceeding beauteous, more and more,
Increasing so in clarity, scope, and air,
That a wild ecstasy possessed my thought,
Riotous and fervid in me. Steadily
So followed I, with resolute thew where’er
It led me forth, casting no glance away:
Thus on, yet on; waning and waxing on.