And at that center, with their wings expanded, More than a thousand jubilant Angels saw I, Each differing in effolgence and in kind.
I saw there at their sports and at their songs A Beauty[*] smiling, which the gladness was Within the eyes of all the other saints;
And if I had in speaking as much wealth As in imagining, I should not dare To attempt the smallest part of its delight.
_Dante's Paradiso, canto XXXI, Longfellow's Translation._]
Mas allá el paraíso de los justos, más allá el trono donde se asienta la Virgen Maria.[1] El ánimo de Teobaldo se sobrecogió temeroso, y un hondo pavor se apoderó de su alma. La eterna soledad, el eterno silencio viven en aquellas regiones, que conducen al misterioso santuario del Señor. De cuando en cuando azotaba su frente una ráfaga de aire, frío como la hoja de un puñal, que crispaba sus cabellos de horror y penetraba hasta la médula de sus huesos; ráfagas semejantes a las que anunciaban á los profetas la aproximación del espíritu divino.[2] Al fin llegó á un punto donde creyó percibir un rumor sordo, que pudiera compararse al zumbido lejano de un enjambre de abejas, cuando, en las tardes del otoño, revolotean en derredor de las últimas flores.
[Footnote 1: Is there confusion here between the Virgin Mary and the Virgin of Montserrat, or is the throne her ementioned vacant?]
[Footnote 2: Compare "And, behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the Lord; but the Lord was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the Lord was not in the earthquake: and after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice. And it was so, when Elijah heard it, that he wrapped his face in his mantle, and went out, and stood in the entering in of the cave." I Kings, xix, part of verses 11-13. "And I looked, and, behold, a whirlwind came out of the north, a great cloud, and a fire.... And when I saw it, I fell upon my face, and I heard a voice of one that spake." Ezekiel, i. 4 and 28.]
Atravesaba esa fantástica región adonde van todos los acentos de la tierra, los sonidos que decimos que se desvanecen, las palabras que juzgamos que se pierden en el aire, los lamentos que creemos que nadie oye.