Canto XLI

He still outstript me in the race;

      It was but unity of place

That made me dream I rank'd with him.

And so may Place retain us still,

      And he the much-beloved again,

      A lord of large experience, train

To riper growth the mind and will:

And what delights can equal those

      That stir the spirit's inner deeps,

      When one that loves but knows not, reaps

A truth from one that loves and knows?