Behind the hill that thou break'st not his rays.
But yonder look! one spirit, all alone,
By itself stationed, bends toward us his gaze:
The readiest passage will by him be shown”
Sordello.
We came up tow'rds it: O proud Lombard soul!
How thou didst wait, in thy disdain unstirred,
And thy majestic eyes didst slowly roll!
Meanwhile to us it never uttered word,
But let us move, just giving us a glance,