Paradiso: Canto IV.
“And as a lute and harp, accordant strung
With many strings, a dulcet tinkling make
To him by whom the notes are not distinguished,
So from the lights that there to me appeared
Upgathered through the cross a melody,
Which rapt me, not distinguishing the hymn.”
Paradiso: Canto XIV.
“As through the pure and tranquil evening air
There shoots from time to time a sudden fire,