I give to you these verses, that if in
    Some future time my name lands happily
    To bring brief pleasure to humanity,
    The craft supported by a great north wind,

    Your memory, like tales from ancient times,
    Will bore the reader like a dulcimer,
    And by a strange fraternal chain live here
    As if suspended in my lofty rhymes.

    From deepest pit into the highest sky
    Damned being, only I can bear you now.
    0 shadow, barely present to the eye,

    You lightly step, with a serene regard
    On mortal fools who've judged you mean and hard
    Angel with eyes of jet, great burnished brow!