I: "Then are you Virgil? Are you the font that pours
So overwhelming a river of human speech?"
I answered, shamefaced. "The glory and light are yours."
He: "Then you shall see those souls who are content
To dwell in fire because they hope some day
To join the blessed: toward whom, if your ascent
Continues, your guide will be one worthier than I-
When I must leave you, you will be with her.
For the Emperor who governs from on high
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Wills I not enter His city, where none may appear
Who lived like me in rebellion to His law.
His empire is everything and everywhere."
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