The topmost height of judgment doth not slope,
Because love's fire may instantly complete
The penance due from one of these: but where
I closed that point with words which you repeat,
A gulf betwixt the Most High was and prayer:
No praying there could cover past defect.
Yet verily, in so profound a doubt
Rest not, till she who, 'twixt thine intellect
And truth, shall be thy light, herself speak out.
Dost understand me? Beatrice I mean: