XCVII
"Why should each soul be tasked
Some one way, by one love or else one hate?" I asked.
When it occurred to me, from all these sights beneath
There rose not any sound: a crowd, yet dumb as death!
XCVIII
Soon I knew why. (Propose a riddle, and 't is solved
Forthwith—in dream!) They spoke; but, since on me devolved
To see, and understand by sight,—the vulgar speech
Might be dispensed with. "He who cannot see, must reach