Chapter 21

           AlreadyonmyLady’sfacemineeyes

           Againwerefastened,andwiththesemymind,

           Andfromallotherpurposewaswithdrawn;

           Andshesmilednot;but"IfIweretosmile,"

           Sheuntomebegan,"thouwouldstbecome

           LikeSemele,whenshewasturnedtoashes.

           Becausemybeauty,thatalongthestairs

           Oftheeternalpalacemoreenkindles,

           Asthouhastseen,thefartherweascend,

           Ifitweretemperednot,issoresplendent

           Thatallthymortalpowerinitseffulgence

           Wouldseemaleafletthatthethundercrushes.

           Weareupliftedtotheseventhsplendour,

           ThatunderneaththeburningLion’sbreast

           Nowradiatesdownwardmingledwithhispower.

           Fixindirectionofthineeyesthemind,

           Andmakeofthemamirrorforthefigure

           Thatinthismirrorshallappeartothee."