Time and again at daybreak I have seen
the eastern sky glow with a wash of rose
while all the rest hung limpid and serene,

and the Sun’s face rise tempered from its rest
so veiled by vapors that the naked eye
could look at it for minutes undistressed.

Exactly so, within a cloud of flowers
that rose like fountains from the angels’ hands
and fell about the chariot in showers,

a lady came in view: an olive crown
wreathed her immaculate veil, her cloak was green,
the colors of live flame played on her gown.

..."Look at me well. I am she. I am Beatrice..."
From "Paradisio," by Dante Alighieri