O Human Race, Born To

Heat Cannot Be Separated From Fire, Or Beauty From The Eternal.

That With Him Were, What Time The Love Divine

Justice Divine Has Weighed: The Doom Is Clear. All Hope Renounce, Ye Lost, Who Enter Here.

As One Who Sees In Dreams And Wakes To Find The Emotional Impression Of His Vision Still Powerful While Its Parts Fade From His Mind - Just Such Am I, Having Lost Nearly All The Vision Itself, While In My Heart I Feel The Sweetness Of It Yet Distill And Fall.

I Presumed To Fix My Look On The Eternal Light So Long That I Consumed My Sight Thereon.