Through nothing I had done but what I’d not, 
my sight lost that great Sun that you desire,
known too belatedly in time for me.
There is a place down there not grim with pain
but only with sad shades whose deep laments
sound not as screams but melancholy sighs.
I take my place with children — innocents
in whom the bite of death set lethal teeth
before they’d been made free of human sin.
And there I stay with all those who were not clothed
in those three holy virtues — though I knew,
and, guiltless, followed all the other four.

virgil explaining how he came to inhabit the outermost circle of hell where the virtuous pagans dwell in a large castle. they are not in pain, just kinda bummed