"[...] CANTO I O'er better waves to speed her rapid course The light bark of my genius lifts the sail, Well pleas'd to leave so cruel sea behind; And of that second region will I sing, In which the human spirit from sinful blot Is purg'd, and for ascent to Heaven prepares.Here, O ye hallow'd Nine! for in your train I follow, here the deadened strain revive;[...]".