Behind me towards my form his finger bent,
Exclaiming—“See! no ray falls from the sun
To the left hand of him that walks below!
And sure! he moveth like a living man.”
Mine eyes I turned, at hearing him say so,
And saw them with a gaze all wonder scan
Now me, still me, and now the broken light
My body caused. The Master then to me:
“Why let thy wonder keep thee from the height
To drag so slowly? what concerns it thee