Canto LXI
Yet pity for a horse o’er-driven,And love in which my hound has part,Can hang no weight upon my heartIn its assumptions up to heaven;
And I am so much more than these,As thou, perchance, art more than I,And yet I spare them sympathyAnd I would set their pains at ease.
So may’st thou watch me where I weep,As, unto vaster motions bound,The circuits of thine orbit roundA higher height, a deeper deep.