While Heaven's air is sweet, warm, and gentle

While Heaven's air blows sweet, warm, and gentle
felt in my soul as I breathe in and out,
with His unseen key God opens the door
to the heart's secret recesses, to where

the self retreats. But this awakening
of hope, this relief arouses no fear:
this fire consumes ice, darkness, doubt, yet
we do not will this overthrow, indeed

mortal flesh feels the weight of this presence
as too much. Still here is safety, quiet,
peace, for a moment, a taste of what's to

come forever. It's not how much pleasure
grace gives to the soul, but how deeply she
yields to the burning light controlling her.

An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition
From V CXXVI:286. See also B S1:153:161. No MSs; Valgrisi 154. Key

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