A prophet’s rapture in his breast did wake;
For, at that moment, down the boundless range
Of heavenly spheres did some bright being take
Wing to his soul, and wrought to suited change
The visual nerve, and straight in outward space
Stood manifest in its celestial grace.[22]
XLII.
At once he cried, “I see! I see the seer!
His very form, his very shape and air!