With a smooth rush, and that thou wash his face,

So that thou cleanse away all stain therefrom,

For 'twere not fitting that the eye o'ercast

By any mist should go before the first

Angel, who is of those of Paradise.

This little island round about its base

Below there, yonder, where the billow beats it,

Doth rushes bear upon its washy ooze;

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