Paradiso XXX: [The Mystic Rose]

Into the yellow of the Eternal Rose,

which outward spreads in tiers, whose fragrance praises

the Sun which makes an everlasting spring,

was I, like one who, fain to speak, keeps silent,

led on by Beatrice, who said to me:

“Behold how vast the white robed Convent is!"

A rose to look forward to.