With Virgil as your ghostly guide,
you began your hellish stride,
"abandoning all hope" therein:
nine circles of Infernal sin.

At Purgatory's mount you trekked
up seven terraces and checked
on pride and sloth, pass gluttony,
to reach your Eden earnestly.

There, Beatrice flew you through nine spheres,
in Paradise, ascendant - here's
where planets whirl and angels dance,
Empyrean, enlightened trance:

more beautiful, that rose of light,
then St. Bernard to lead you right
to contemplate the Trinity,
engage God's love, infinity.