And at this utterance the flaming circle Grew quiet, with the dulcet intermingling Of sound that by the Trinal breath was made, As to escape from danger or fatigue The oars that erst were in the water beaten Are all suspended at a whistle's sound.
"Divine-Comedy-Longfellow-s-Translation-Complete"
Dante Alighieri
O Trinal Light, that in a single star Sparkling upon their sight so satisfies them, Look down upon our tempest here below!
"Divine-Comedy-Longfellow-s-Translation-Complete"
Dante Alighieri