So mighty art thou, Lady, and so great,
That he who grace desireth and comes not
To thee for aidence, fain would have desire
Fly without wings.
The Chorus mysticus could equally well form the conclusion of the Comedy. The inadequate which to fulness groweth, is what the Provençals already, in their time, realised as folly, as a paradox: the metaphysical love of woman, for ever remaining dream and longing, always unfulfilled, the eternal-feminine.
As the Mater Gloriosa appears, Dante exclaims:
Thenceforward what I saw
Was not for words to speak, nor memory's self
To stand against such outrage on her skill.
And Goethe: