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The Divine ComedyUpward I looked and I beheld it's shouldersVexilla regis produent inferni Towards us, therefore look in front of thee, My master said, if thou discernest him. As, when there breathes a heavy fog, or when Our hemisphere is darkening into night, Appears far off a mill the wind is turning, Methought that such a building then i saw; And, for the wind, I drew myself behind My guide because there was no oyhers shelter. Now was I, and with fear in verse i put it, There where the shades were wholly covered up, And glimmered through like unto straws in glass. |