Note 133 — DANTE.[1] (continued 2)
F. J. (Frederick John) Church translation
As in that season when the sun least veils His face that lightens all, what time the fly Gives place to the shrill gnat, the peasant then, Upon some cliff reclined, beneath him sees Fire-flies innumerous spangling o'er the vale, Vineyard or tilth, where his day-labour lies.—Cary.