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H. F. CARY, M.A.</h3> + +<hr /> + +<h2>Contents</h2> + +<table summary="" style=""> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#cantoII.I">CANTO I.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#cantoII.II">CANTO II.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#cantoII.III">CANTO III.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#cantoII.IV">CANTO IV.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#cantoII.V">CANTO V.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#cantoII.VI">CANTO VI.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#cantoII.VII">CANTO VII.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#cantoII.VIII">CANTO VIII.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#cantoII.IX">CANTO IX.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#cantoII.X">CANTO X.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#cantoII.XI">CANTO XI.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#cantoII.XII">CANTO XII.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#cantoII.XIII">CANTO XIII.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#cantoII.XIV">CANTO XIV.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#cantoII.XV">CANTO XV.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#cantoII.XVI">CANTO XVI.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#cantoII.XVII">CANTO XVII.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#cantoII.XVIII">CANTO XVIII.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#cantoII.XIX">CANTO XIX.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#cantoII.XX">CANTO XX.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#cantoII.XXI">CANTO XXI.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#cantoII.XXII">CANTO XXII.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#cantoII.XXIII">CANTO XXIII.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#cantoII.XXIV">CANTO XXIV.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#cantoII.XXV">CANTO XXV.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#cantoII.XXVI">CANTO XXVI.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#cantoII.XXVII">CANTO XXVII.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#cantoII.XXVIII">CANTO XXVIII.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#cantoII.XXIX">CANTO XXIX.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#cantoII.XXX">CANTO XXX.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#cantoII.XXXI">CANTO XXXI.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#cantoII.XXXII">CANTO XXXII.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#cantoII.XXXIII">CANTO XXXIII.</a></td> +</tr> + +</table> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2>PURGATORY</h2> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="cantoII.I"></a>CANTO I</h2> + +<p>O’er better waves to speed her rapid course<br/> +The light bark of my genius lifts the sail,<br/> +Well pleas’d to leave so cruel sea behind;<br/> +And of that second region will I sing,<br/> +In which the human spirit from sinful blot<br/> +Is purg’d, and for ascent to Heaven prepares. +</p> + +<p>Here, O ye hallow’d Nine! for in your train<br/> +I follow, here the deadened strain revive;<br/> +Nor let Calliope refuse to sound<br/> +A somewhat higher song, of that loud tone,<br/> +Which when the wretched birds of chattering note<br/> +Had heard, they of forgiveness lost all hope. +</p> + +<p>Sweet hue of eastern sapphire, that was spread<br/> +O’er the serene aspect of the pure air,<br/> +High up as the first circle, to mine eyes<br/> +Unwonted joy renew’d, soon as I ’scap’d<br/> +Forth from the atmosphere of deadly gloom,<br/> +That had mine eyes and bosom fill’d with grief.<br/> +The radiant planet, that to love invites,<br/> +Made all the orient laugh, and veil’d beneath<br/> +The Pisces’ light, that in his escort came. +</p> + +<p>To the right hand I turn’d, and fix’d my mind<br/> +On the other pole attentive, where I saw<br/> +Four stars ne’er seen before save by the ken<br/> +Of our first parents. Heaven of their rays<br/> +Seem’d joyous. O thou northern site, bereft<br/> +Indeed, and widow’d, since of these depriv’d! +</p> + +<p>As from this view I had desisted, straight<br/> +Turning a little tow’rds the other pole,<br/> +There from whence now the wain had disappear’d,<br/> +I saw an old man standing by my side<br/> +Alone, so worthy of rev’rence in his look,<br/> +That ne’er from son to father more was ow’d.<br/> +Low down his beard and mix’d with hoary white<br/> +Descended, like his locks, which parting fell<br/> +Upon his breast in double fold. The beams<br/> +Of those four luminaries on his face<br/> +So brightly shone, and with such radiance clear<br/> +Deck’d it, that I beheld him as the sun. +</p> + +<p>“Say who are ye, that stemming the blind stream,<br/> +Forth from th’ eternal prison-house have fled?”<br/> +He spoke and moved those venerable plumes.<br/> +“Who hath conducted, or with lantern sure<br/> +Lights you emerging from the depth of night,<br/> +That makes the infernal valley ever black?<br/> +Are the firm statutes of the dread abyss<br/> +Broken, or in high heaven new laws ordain’d,<br/> +That thus, condemn’d, ye to my caves approach?” +</p> + +<p>My guide, then laying hold on me, by words<br/> +And intimations given with hand and head,<br/> +Made my bent knees and eye submissive pay<br/> +Due reverence; then thus to him replied. +</p> + +<p>“Not of myself I come; a Dame from heaven<br/> +Descending, had besought me in my charge<br/> +To bring. But since thy will implies, that more<br/> +Our true condition I unfold at large,<br/> +Mine is not to deny thee thy request.<br/> +This mortal ne’er hath seen the farthest gloom.<br/> +But erring by his folly had approach’d<br/> +So near, that little space was left to turn.<br/> +Then, as before I told, I was dispatch’d<br/> +To work his rescue, and no way remain’d<br/> +Save this which I have ta’en. I have display’d<br/> +Before him all the regions of the bad;<br/> +And purpose now those spirits to display,<br/> +That under thy command are purg’d from sin.<br/> +How I have brought him would be long to say.<br/> +From high descends the virtue, by whose aid<br/> +I to thy sight and hearing him have led.<br/> +Now may our coming please thee. In the search<br/> +Of liberty he journeys: that how dear<br/> +They know, who for her sake have life refus’d.<br/> +Thou knowest, to whom death for her was sweet<br/> +In Utica, where thou didst leave those weeds,<br/> +That in the last great day will shine so bright.<br/> +For us the’ eternal edicts are unmov’d:<br/> +He breathes, and I am free of Minos’ power,<br/> +Abiding in that circle where the eyes<br/> +Of thy chaste Marcia beam, who still in look<br/> +Prays thee, O hallow’d spirit! to own her shine.<br/> +Then by her love we’ implore thee, let us pass<br/> +Through thy sev’n regions; for which best thanks<br/> +I for thy favour will to her return,<br/> +If mention there below thou not disdain.” +</p> + +<p>“Marcia so pleasing in my sight was found,”<br/> +He then to him rejoin’d, “while I was there,<br/> +That all she ask’d me I was fain to grant.<br/> +Now that beyond the’ accursed stream she dwells,<br/> +She may no longer move me, by that law,<br/> +Which was ordain’d me, when I issued thence.<br/> +Not so, if Dame from heaven, as thou sayst,<br/> +Moves and directs thee; then no flattery needs.<br/> +Enough for me that in her name thou ask.<br/> +Go therefore now: and with a slender reed<br/> +See that thou duly gird him, and his face<br/> +Lave, till all sordid stain thou wipe from thence.<br/> +For not with eye, by any cloud obscur’d,<br/> +Would it be seemly before him to come,<br/> +Who stands the foremost minister in heaven.<br/> +This islet all around, there far beneath,<br/> +Where the wave beats it, on the oozy bed<br/> +Produces store of reeds. No other plant,<br/> +Cover’d with leaves, or harden’d in its stalk,<br/> +There lives, not bending to the water’s sway.<br/> +After, this way return not; but the sun<br/> +Will show you, that now rises, where to take<br/> +The mountain in its easiest ascent.” +</p> + +<p>He disappear’d; and I myself uprais’d<br/> +Speechless, and to my guide retiring close,<br/> +Toward him turn’d mine eyes. He thus began;<br/> +“My son! observant thou my steps pursue.<br/> +We must retreat to rearward, for that way<br/> +The champain to its low extreme declines.” +</p> + +<p>The dawn had chas’d the matin hour of prime,<br/> +Which deaf before it, so that from afar<br/> +I spy’d the trembling of the ocean stream. +</p> + +<p>We travers’d the deserted plain, as one<br/> +Who, wander’d from his track, thinks every step<br/> +Trodden in vain till he regain the path. +</p> + +<p>When we had come, where yet the tender dew<br/> +Strove with the sun, and in a place, where fresh<br/> +The wind breath’d o’er it, while it slowly dried;<br/> +Both hands extended on the watery grass<br/> +My master plac’d, in graceful act and kind.<br/> +Whence I of his intent before appriz’d,<br/> +Stretch’d out to him my cheeks suffus’d with tears.<br/> +There to my visage he anew restor’d<br/> +That hue, which the dun shades of hell conceal’d. +</p> + +<p>Then on the solitary shore arriv’d,<br/> +That never sailing on its waters saw<br/> +Man, that could after measure back his course,<br/> +He girt me in such manner as had pleas’d<br/> +Him who instructed, and O, strange to tell!<br/> +As he selected every humble plant,<br/> +Wherever one was pluck’d, another there<br/> +Resembling, straightway in its place arose. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="cantoII.II"></a>CANTO II</h2> + +<p>Now had the sun to that horizon reach’d,<br/> +That covers, with the most exalted point<br/> +Of its meridian circle, Salem’s walls,<br/> +And night, that opposite to him her orb<br/> +Sounds, from the stream of Ganges issued forth,<br/> +Holding the scales, that from her hands are dropp’d<br/> +When she reigns highest: so that where I was,<br/> +Aurora’s white and vermeil-tinctur’d cheek<br/> +To orange turn’d as she in age increas’d. +</p> + +<p>Meanwhile we linger’d by the water’s brink,<br/> +Like men, who, musing on their road, in thought<br/> +Journey, while motionless the body rests.<br/> +When lo! as near upon the hour of dawn,<br/> +Through the thick vapours Mars with fiery beam<br/> +Glares down in west, over the ocean floor;<br/> +So seem’d, what once again I hope to view,<br/> +A light so swiftly coming through the sea,<br/> +No winged course might equal its career.<br/> +From which when for a space I had withdrawn<br/> +Thine eyes, to make inquiry of my guide,<br/> +Again I look’d and saw it grown in size<br/> +And brightness: thou on either side appear’d<br/> +Something, but what I knew not of bright hue,<br/> +And by degrees from underneath it came<br/> +Another. My preceptor silent yet<br/> +Stood, while the brightness, that we first discern’d,<br/> +Open’d the form of wings: then when he knew<br/> +The pilot, cried aloud, “Down, down; bend low<br/> +Thy knees; behold God’s angel: fold thy hands:<br/> +Now shalt thou see true Ministers indeed. +</p> + +<p>“Lo how all human means he sets at naught!<br/> +So that nor oar he needs, nor other sail<br/> +Except his wings, between such distant shores.<br/> +Lo how straight up to heaven he holds them rear’d,<br/> +Winnowing the air with those eternal plumes,<br/> +That not like mortal hairs fall off or change!” +</p> + +<p>As more and more toward us came, more bright<br/> +Appear’d the bird of God, nor could the eye<br/> +Endure his splendor near: I mine bent down.<br/> +He drove ashore in a small bark so swift<br/> +And light, that in its course no wave it drank.<br/> +The heav’nly steersman at the prow was seen,<br/> +Visibly written blessed in his looks. +</p> + +<p>Within a hundred spirits and more there sat.<br/> +“In Exitu Israel de Aegypto;”<br/> +All with one voice together sang, with what<br/> +In the remainder of that hymn is writ.<br/> +Then soon as with the sign of holy cross<br/> +He bless’d them, they at once leap’d out on land,<br/> +The swiftly as he came return’d. The crew,<br/> +There left, appear’d astounded with the place,<br/> +Gazing around as one who sees new sights. +</p> + +<p>From every side the sun darted his beams,<br/> +And with his arrowy radiance from mid heav’n<br/> +Had chas’d the Capricorn, when that strange tribe<br/> +Lifting their eyes towards us: “If ye know,<br/> +Declare what path will Lead us to the mount.” +</p> + +<p>Them Virgil answer’d. “Ye suppose perchance<br/> +Us well acquainted with this place: but here,<br/> +We, as yourselves, are strangers. Not long erst<br/> +We came, before you but a little space,<br/> +By other road so rough and hard, that now<br/> +The’ ascent will seem to us as play.” The spirits,<br/> +Who from my breathing had perceiv’d I liv’d,<br/> +Grew pale with wonder. As the multitude<br/> +Flock round a herald, sent with olive branch,<br/> +To hear what news he brings, and in their haste<br/> +Tread one another down, e’en so at sight<br/> +Of me those happy spirits were fix’d, each one<br/> +Forgetful of its errand, to depart,<br/> +Where cleans’d from sin, it might be made all fair. +</p> + +<p>Then one I saw darting before the rest<br/> +With such fond ardour to embrace me, I<br/> +To do the like was mov’d. O shadows vain<br/> +Except in outward semblance! thrice my hands<br/> +I clasp’d behind it, they as oft return’d<br/> +Empty into my breast again. Surprise<br/> +I needs must think was painted in my looks,<br/> +For that the shadow smil’d and backward drew.<br/> +To follow it I hasten’d, but with voice<br/> +Of sweetness it enjoin’d me to desist.<br/> +Then who it was I knew, and pray’d of it,<br/> +To talk with me, it would a little pause.<br/> +It answered: “Thee as in my mortal frame<br/> +I lov’d, so loos’d forth it I love thee still,<br/> +And therefore pause; but why walkest thou here?” +</p> + +<p>“Not without purpose once more to return,<br/> +Thou find’st me, my Casella, where I am<br/> +Journeying this way;” I said, “but how of thee<br/> +Hath so much time been lost?” He answer’d straight:<br/> +“No outrage hath been done to me, if he<br/> +Who when and whom he chooses takes, me oft<br/> +This passage hath denied, since of just will<br/> +His will he makes. These three months past indeed,<br/> +He, whose chose to enter, with free leave<br/> +Hath taken; whence I wand’ring by the shore<br/> +Where Tyber’s wave grows salt, of him gain’d kind<br/> +Admittance, at that river’s mouth, tow’rd which<br/> +His wings are pointed, for there always throng<br/> +All such as not to Archeron descend.” +</p> + +<p>Then I: “If new laws have not quite destroy’d<br/> +Memory and use of that sweet song of love,<br/> +That while all my cares had power to ’swage;<br/> +Please thee with it a little to console<br/> +My spirit, that incumber’d with its frame,<br/> +Travelling so far, of pain is overcome.” +</p> + +<p>“Love that discourses in my thoughts.” He then<br/> +Began in such soft accents, that within<br/> +The sweetness thrills me yet. My gentle guide<br/> +And all who came with him, so well were pleas’d,<br/> +That seem’d naught else might in their thoughts have room. +</p> + +<p>Fast fix’d in mute attention to his notes<br/> +We stood, when lo! that old man venerable<br/> +Exclaiming, “How is this, ye tardy spirits?<br/> +What negligence detains you loit’ring here?<br/> +Run to the mountain to cast off those scales,<br/> +That from your eyes the sight of God conceal.” +</p> + +<p>As a wild flock of pigeons, to their food<br/> +Collected, blade or tares, without their pride<br/> +Accustom’d, and in still and quiet sort,<br/> +If aught alarm them, suddenly desert<br/> +Their meal, assail’d by more important care;<br/> +So I that new-come troop beheld, the song<br/> +Deserting, hasten to the mountain’s side,<br/> +As one who goes yet where he tends knows not. +</p> + +<p>Nor with less hurried step did we depart.</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="cantoII.III"></a>CANTO III</h2> + +<p>Them sudden flight had scatter’d over the plain,<br/> +Turn’d tow’rds the mountain, whither reason’s voice<br/> +Drives us; I to my faithful company<br/> +Adhering, left it not. For how of him<br/> +Depriv’d, might I have sped, or who beside<br/> +Would o’er the mountainous tract have led my steps<br/> +He with the bitter pang of self-remorse<br/> +Seem’d smitten. O clear conscience and upright<br/> +How doth a little fling wound thee sore! +</p> + +<p>Soon as his feet desisted (slack’ning pace),<br/> +From haste, that mars all decency of act,<br/> +My mind, that in itself before was wrapt,<br/> +Its thoughts expanded, as with joy restor’d:<br/> +And full against the steep ascent I set<br/> +My face, where highest to heav’n its top o’erflows. +</p> + +<p>The sun, that flar’d behind, with ruddy beam<br/> +Before my form was broken; for in me<br/> +His rays resistance met. I turn’d aside<br/> +With fear of being left, when I beheld<br/> +Only before myself the ground obscur’d.<br/> +When thus my solace, turning him around,<br/> +Bespake me kindly: “Why distrustest thou?<br/> +Believ’st not I am with thee, thy sure guide?<br/> +It now is evening there, where buried lies<br/> +The body, in which I cast a shade, remov’d<br/> +To Naples from Brundusium’s wall. Nor thou<br/> +Marvel, if before me no shadow fall,<br/> +More than that in the sky element<br/> +One ray obstructs not other. To endure<br/> +Torments of heat and cold extreme, like frames<br/> +That virtue hath dispos’d, which how it works<br/> +Wills not to us should be reveal’d. Insane<br/> +Who hopes, our reason may that space explore,<br/> +Which holds three persons in one substance knit.<br/> +Seek not the wherefore, race of human kind;<br/> +Could ye have seen the whole, no need had been<br/> +For Mary to bring forth. Moreover ye<br/> +Have seen such men desiring fruitlessly;<br/> +To whose desires repose would have been giv’n,<br/> +That now but serve them for eternal grief.<br/> +I speak of Plato, and the Stagyrite,<br/> +And others many more.” And then he bent<br/> +Downwards his forehead, and in troubled mood<br/> +Broke off his speech. Meanwhile we had arriv’d<br/> +Far as the mountain’s foot, and there the rock<br/> +Found of so steep ascent, that nimblest steps<br/> +To climb it had been vain. The most remote<br/> +Most wild untrodden path, in all the tract<br/> +’Twixt Lerice and Turbia were to this<br/> +A ladder easy’ and open of access. +</p> + +<p>“Who knows on which hand now the steep declines?”<br/> +My master said and paus’d, “so that he may<br/> +Ascend, who journeys without aid of wine?”<br/> +And while with looks directed to the ground<br/> +The meaning of the pathway he explor’d,<br/> +And I gaz’d upward round the stony height,<br/> +Of spirits, that toward us mov’d their steps,<br/> +Yet moving seem’d not, they so slow approach’d. +</p> + +<p>I thus my guide address’d: “Upraise thine eyes,<br/> +Lo that way some, of whom thou may’st obtain<br/> +Counsel, if of thyself thou find’st it not!” +</p> + +<p>Straightway he look’d, and with free speech replied:<br/> +“Let us tend thither: they but softly come.<br/> +And thou be firm in hope, my son belov’d.” +</p> + +<p>Now was that people distant far in space<br/> +A thousand paces behind ours, as much<br/> +As at a throw the nervous arm could fling,<br/> +When all drew backward on the messy crags<br/> +Of the steep bank, and firmly stood unmov’d<br/> +As one who walks in doubt might stand to look. +</p> + +<p>“O spirits perfect! O already chosen!”<br/> +Virgil to them began, “by that blest peace,<br/> +Which, as I deem, is for you all prepar’d,<br/> +Instruct us where the mountain low declines,<br/> +So that attempt to mount it be not vain.<br/> +For who knows most, him loss of time most grieves.” +</p> + +<p>As sheep, that step from forth their fold, by one,<br/> +Or pairs, or three at once; meanwhile the rest<br/> +Stand fearfully, bending the eye and nose<br/> +To ground, and what the foremost does, that do<br/> +The others, gath’ring round her, if she stops,<br/> +Simple and quiet, nor the cause discern;<br/> +So saw I moving to advance the first,<br/> +Who of that fortunate crew were at the head,<br/> +Of modest mien and graceful in their gait.<br/> +When they before me had beheld the light<br/> +From my right side fall broken on the ground,<br/> +So that the shadow reach’d the cave, they stopp’d<br/> +And somewhat back retir’d: the same did all,<br/> +Who follow’d, though unweeting of the cause. +</p> + +<p>“Unask’d of you, yet freely I confess,<br/> +This is a human body which ye see.<br/> +That the sun’s light is broken on the ground,<br/> +Marvel not: but believe, that not without<br/> +Virtue deriv’d from Heaven, we to climb<br/> +Over this wall aspire.” So them bespake<br/> +My master; and that virtuous tribe rejoin’d;<br/> +“Turn, and before you there the entrance lies,”<br/> +Making a signal to us with bent hands. +</p> + +<p>Then of them one began. “Whoe’er thou art,<br/> +Who journey’st thus this way, thy visage turn,<br/> +Think if me elsewhere thou hast ever seen.” +</p> + +<p>I tow’rds him turn’d, and with fix’d eye beheld.<br/> +Comely, and fair, and gentle of aspect,<br/> +He seem’d, but on one brow a gash was mark’d. +</p> + +<p>When humbly I disclaim’d to have beheld<br/> +Him ever: “Now behold!” he said, and show’d<br/> +High on his breast a wound: then smiling spake. +</p> + +<p>“I am Manfredi, grandson to the Queen<br/> +Costanza: whence I pray thee, when return’d,<br/> +To my fair daughter go, the parent glad<br/> +Of Aragonia and Sicilia’s pride;<br/> +And of the truth inform her, if of me<br/> +Aught else be told. When by two mortal blows<br/> +My frame was shatter’d, I betook myself<br/> +Weeping to him, who of free will forgives.<br/> +My sins were horrible; but so wide arms<br/> +Hath goodness infinite, that it receives<br/> +All who turn to it. Had this text divine<br/> +Been of Cosenza’s shepherd better scann’d,<br/> +Who then by Clement on my hunt was set,<br/> +Yet at the bridge’s head my bones had lain,<br/> +Near Benevento, by the heavy mole<br/> +Protected; but the rain now drenches them,<br/> +And the wind drives, out of the kingdom’s bounds,<br/> +Far as the stream of Verde, where, with lights<br/> +Extinguish’d, he remov’d them from their bed.<br/> +Yet by their curse we are not so destroy’d,<br/> +But that the eternal love may turn, while hope<br/> +Retains her verdant blossoms. True it is,<br/> +That such one as in contumacy dies<br/> +Against the holy church, though he repent,<br/> +Must wander thirty-fold for all the time<br/> +In his presumption past; if such decree<br/> +Be not by prayers of good men shorter made<br/> +Look therefore if thou canst advance my bliss;<br/> +Revealing to my good Costanza, how<br/> +Thou hast beheld me, and beside the terms<br/> +Laid on me of that interdict; for here<br/> +By means of those below much profit comes.” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="cantoII.IV"></a>CANTO IV</h2> + +<p>When by sensations of delight or pain,<br/> +That any of our faculties hath seiz’d,<br/> +Entire the soul collects herself, it seems<br/> +She is intent upon that power alone,<br/> +And thus the error is disprov’d which holds<br/> +The soul not singly lighted in the breast.<br/> +And therefore when as aught is heard or seen,<br/> +That firmly keeps the soul toward it turn’d,<br/> +Time passes, and a man perceives it not.<br/> +For that, whereby he hearken, is one power,<br/> +Another that, which the whole spirit hash;<br/> +This is as it were bound, while that is free. +</p> + +<p>This found I true by proof, hearing that spirit<br/> +And wond’ring; for full fifty steps aloft<br/> +The sun had measur’d unobserv’d of me,<br/> +When we arriv’d where all with one accord<br/> +The spirits shouted, “Here is what ye ask.” +</p> + +<p>A larger aperture ofttimes is stopp’d<br/> +With forked stake of thorn by villager,<br/> +When the ripe grape imbrowns, than was the path,<br/> +By which my guide, and I behind him close,<br/> +Ascended solitary, when that troop<br/> +Departing left us. On Sanleo’s road<br/> +Who journeys, or to Noli low descends,<br/> +Or mounts Bismantua’s height, must use his feet;<br/> +But here a man had need to fly, I mean<br/> +With the swift wing and plumes of high desire,<br/> +Conducted by his aid, who gave me hope,<br/> +And with light furnish’d to direct my way. +</p> + +<p>We through the broken rock ascended, close<br/> +Pent on each side, while underneath the ground<br/> +Ask’d help of hands and feet. When we arriv’d<br/> +Near on the highest ridge of the steep bank,<br/> +Where the plain level open’d I exclaim’d,<br/> +“O master! say which way can we proceed?” +</p> + +<p>He answer’d, “Let no step of thine recede.<br/> +Behind me gain the mountain, till to us<br/> +Some practis’d guide appear.” That eminence<br/> +Was lofty that no eye might reach its point,<br/> +And the side proudly rising, more than line<br/> +From the mid quadrant to the centre drawn.<br/> +I wearied thus began: “Parent belov’d!<br/> +Turn, and behold how I remain alone,<br/> +If thou stay not.”—“My son!” He straight reply’d,<br/> +“Thus far put forth thy strength;” and to a track<br/> +Pointed, that, on this side projecting, round<br/> +Circles the hill. His words so spurr’d me on,<br/> +That I behind him clamb’ring, forc’d myself,<br/> +Till my feet press’d the circuit plain beneath.<br/> +There both together seated, turn’d we round<br/> +To eastward, whence was our ascent: and oft<br/> +Many beside have with delight look’d back. +</p> + +<p>First on the nether shores I turn’d my eyes,<br/> +Then rais’d them to the sun, and wond’ring mark’d<br/> +That from the left it smote us. Soon perceiv’d<br/> +That Poet sage now at the car of light<br/> +Amaz’d I stood, where ’twixt us and the north<br/> +Its course it enter’d. Whence he thus to me:<br/> +“Were Leda’s offspring now in company<br/> +Of that broad mirror, that high up and low<br/> +Imparts his light beneath, thou might’st behold<br/> +The ruddy zodiac nearer to the bears<br/> +Wheel, if its ancient course it not forsook.<br/> +How that may be if thou would’st think; within<br/> +Pond’ring, imagine Sion with this mount<br/> +Plac’d on the earth, so that to both be one<br/> +Horizon, and two hemispheres apart,<br/> +Where lies the path that Phaeton ill knew<br/> +To guide his erring chariot: thou wilt see<br/> +How of necessity by this on one<br/> +He passes, while by that on the’ other side,<br/> +If with clear view shine intellect attend.” +</p> + +<p>“Of truth, kind teacher!” I exclaim’d, “so clear<br/> +Aught saw I never, as I now discern<br/> +Where seem’d my ken to fail, that the mid orb<br/> +Of the supernal motion (which in terms<br/> +Of art is called the Equator, and remains<br/> +Ever between the sun and winter) for the cause<br/> +Thou hast assign’d, from hence toward the north<br/> +Departs, when those who in the Hebrew land<br/> +Inhabit, see it tow’rds the warmer part.<br/> +But if it please thee, I would gladly know,<br/> +How far we have to journey: for the hill<br/> +Mounts higher, than this sight of mine can mount.” +</p> + +<p>He thus to me: “Such is this steep ascent,<br/> +That it is ever difficult at first,<br/> +But, more a man proceeds, less evil grows.<br/> +When pleasant it shall seem to thee, so much<br/> +That upward going shall be easy to thee.<br/> +As in a vessel to go down the tide,<br/> +Then of this path thou wilt have reach’d the end.<br/> +There hope to rest thee from thy toil. No more<br/> +I answer, and thus far for certain know.”<br/> +As he his words had spoken, near to us<br/> +A voice there sounded: “Yet ye first perchance<br/> +May to repose you by constraint be led.”<br/> +At sound thereof each turn’d, and on the left<br/> +A huge stone we beheld, of which nor I<br/> +Nor he before was ware. Thither we drew,<br/> +find there were some, who in the shady place<br/> +Behind the rock were standing, as a man<br/> +Thru’ idleness might stand. Among them one,<br/> +Who seem’d to me much wearied, sat him down,<br/> +And with his arms did fold his knees about,<br/> +Holding his face between them downward bent. +</p> + +<p>“Sweet Sir!” I cry’d, “behold that man, who shows<br/> +Himself more idle, than if laziness<br/> +Were sister to him.” Straight he turn’d to us,<br/> +And, o’er the thigh lifting his face, observ’d,<br/> +Then in these accents spake: “Up then, proceed<br/> +Thou valiant one.” Straight who it was I knew;<br/> +Nor could the pain I felt (for want of breath<br/> +Still somewhat urg’d me) hinder my approach.<br/> +And when I came to him, he scarce his head<br/> +Uplifted, saying “Well hast thou discern’d,<br/> +How from the left the sun his chariot leads.” +</p> + +<p>His lazy acts and broken words my lips<br/> +To laughter somewhat mov’d; when I began:<br/> +“Belacqua, now for thee I grieve no more.<br/> +But tell, why thou art seated upright there?<br/> +Waitest thou escort to conduct thee hence?<br/> +Or blame I only shine accustom’d ways?”<br/> +Then he: “My brother, of what use to mount,<br/> +When to my suffering would not let me pass<br/> +The bird of God, who at the portal sits?<br/> +Behooves so long that heav’n first bear me round<br/> +Without its limits, as in life it bore,<br/> +Because I to the end repentant Sighs<br/> +Delay’d, if prayer do not aid me first,<br/> +That riseth up from heart which lives in grace.<br/> +What other kind avails, not heard in heaven?” +</p> + +<p>Before me now the Poet up the mount<br/> +Ascending, cried: “Haste thee, for see the sun<br/> +Has touch’d the point meridian, and the night<br/> +Now covers with her foot Marocco’s shore.” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="cantoII.V"></a>CANTO V</h2> + +<p>Now had I left those spirits, and pursued<br/> +The steps of my Conductor, when beheld<br/> +Pointing the finger at me one exclaim’d:<br/> +“See how it seems as if the light not shone<br/> +From the left hand of him beneath, and he,<br/> +As living, seems to be led on.” Mine eyes<br/> +I at that sound reverting, saw them gaze<br/> +Through wonder first at me, and then at me<br/> +And the light broken underneath, by turns.<br/> +“Why are thy thoughts thus riveted?” my guide<br/> +Exclaim’d, “that thou hast slack’d thy pace? or how<br/> +Imports it thee, what thing is whisper’d here?<br/> +Come after me, and to their babblings leave<br/> +The crowd. Be as a tower, that, firmly set,<br/> +Shakes not its top for any blast that blows!<br/> +He, in whose bosom thought on thought shoots out,<br/> +Still of his aim is wide, in that the one<br/> +Sicklies and wastes to nought the other’s strength.” +</p> + +<p>What other could I answer save “I come?”<br/> +I said it, somewhat with that colour ting’d<br/> +Which ofttimes pardon meriteth for man. +</p> + +<p>Meanwhile traverse along the hill there came,<br/> +A little way before us, some who sang<br/> +The “Miserere” in responsive Strains.<br/> +When they perceiv’d that through my body I<br/> +Gave way not for the rays to pass, their song<br/> +Straight to a long and hoarse exclaim they chang’d;<br/> +And two of them, in guise of messengers,<br/> +Ran on to meet us, and inquiring ask’d:<br/> +“Of your condition we would gladly learn.” +</p> + +<p>To them my guide. “Ye may return, and bear<br/> +Tidings to them who sent you, that his frame<br/> +Is real flesh. If, as I deem, to view<br/> +His shade they paus’d, enough is answer’d them.<br/> +Him let them honour, they may prize him well.” +</p> + +<p>Ne’er saw I fiery vapours with such speed<br/> +Cut through the serene air at fall of night,<br/> +Nor August’s clouds athwart the setting sun,<br/> +That upward these did not in shorter space<br/> +Return; and, there arriving, with the rest<br/> +Wheel back on us, as with loose rein a troop. +</p> + +<p>“Many,” exclaim’d the bard, “are these, who throng<br/> +Around us: to petition thee they come.<br/> +Go therefore on, and listen as thou go’st.” +</p> + +<p>“O spirit! who go’st on to blessedness<br/> +With the same limbs, that clad thee at thy birth.”<br/> +Shouting they came, “a little rest thy step.<br/> +Look if thou any one amongst our tribe<br/> +Hast e’er beheld, that tidings of him there<br/> +Thou mayst report. Ah, wherefore go’st thou on?<br/> +Ah wherefore tarriest thou not? We all<br/> +By violence died, and to our latest hour<br/> +Were sinners, but then warn’d by light from heav’n,<br/> +So that, repenting and forgiving, we<br/> +Did issue out of life at peace with God,<br/> +Who with desire to see him fills our heart.” +</p> + +<p>Then I: “The visages of all I scan<br/> +Yet none of ye remember. But if aught,<br/> +That I can do, may please you, gentle spirits!<br/> +Speak; and I will perform it, by that peace,<br/> +Which on the steps of guide so excellent<br/> +Following from world to world intent I seek.” +</p> + +<p>In answer he began: “None here distrusts<br/> +Thy kindness, though not promis’d with an oath;<br/> +So as the will fail not for want of power.<br/> +Whence I, who sole before the others speak,<br/> +Entreat thee, if thou ever see that land,<br/> +Which lies between Romagna and the realm<br/> +Of Charles, that of thy courtesy thou pray<br/> +Those who inhabit Fano, that for me<br/> +Their adorations duly be put up,<br/> +By which I may purge off my grievous sins.<br/> +From thence I came. But the deep passages,<br/> +Whence issued out the blood wherein I dwelt,<br/> +Upon my bosom in Antenor’s land<br/> +Were made, where to be more secure I thought.<br/> +The author of the deed was Este’s prince,<br/> +Who, more than right could warrant, with his wrath<br/> +Pursued me. Had I towards Mira fled,<br/> +When overta’en at Oriaco, still<br/> +Might I have breath’d. But to the marsh I sped,<br/> +And in the mire and rushes tangled there<br/> +Fell, and beheld my life-blood float the plain.” +</p> + +<p>Then said another: “Ah! so may the wish,<br/> +That takes thee o’er the mountain, be fulfill’d,<br/> +As thou shalt graciously give aid to mine.<br/> +Of Montefeltro I; Buonconte I:<br/> +Giovanna nor none else have care for me,<br/> +Sorrowing with these I therefore go.” I thus:<br/> +“From Campaldino’s field what force or chance<br/> +Drew thee, that ne’er thy sepulture was known?” +</p> + +<p>“Oh!” answer’d he, “at Casentino’s foot<br/> +A stream there courseth, nam’d Archiano, sprung<br/> +In Apennine above the Hermit’s seat.<br/> +E’en where its name is cancel’d, there came I,<br/> +Pierc’d in the heart, fleeing away on foot,<br/> +And bloodying the plain. Here sight and speech<br/> +Fail’d me, and finishing with Mary’s name<br/> +I fell, and tenantless my flesh remain’d.<br/> +I will report the truth; which thou again<br/> +Tell to the living. Me God’s angel took,<br/> +Whilst he of hell exclaim’d: “O thou from heav’n!<br/> +Say wherefore hast thou robb’d me? Thou of him<br/> +Th’ eternal portion bear’st with thee away<br/> +For one poor tear that he deprives me of.<br/> +But of the other, other rule I make.” +</p> + +<p>“Thou knowest how in the atmosphere collects<br/> +That vapour dank, returning into water,<br/> +Soon as it mounts where cold condenses it.<br/> +That evil will, which in his intellect<br/> +Still follows evil, came, and rais’d the wind<br/> +And smoky mist, by virtue of the power<br/> +Given by his nature. Thence the valley, soon<br/> +As day was spent, he cover’d o’er with cloud<br/> +From Pratomagno to the mountain range,<br/> +And stretch’d the sky above, so that the air<br/> +Impregnate chang’d to water. Fell the rain,<br/> +And to the fosses came all that the land<br/> +Contain’d not; and, as mightiest streams are wont,<br/> +To the great river with such headlong sweep<br/> +Rush’d, that nought stay’d its course. My stiffen’d frame<br/> +Laid at his mouth the fell Archiano found,<br/> +And dash’d it into Arno, from my breast<br/> +Loos’ning the cross, that of myself I made<br/> +When overcome with pain. He hurl’d me on,<br/> +Along the banks and bottom of his course;<br/> +Then in his muddy spoils encircling wrapt.” +</p> + +<p>“Ah! when thou to the world shalt be return’d,<br/> +And rested after thy long road,” so spake<br/> +Next the third spirit; “then remember me.<br/> +I once was Pia. Sienna gave me life,<br/> +Maremma took it from me. That he knows,<br/> +Who me with jewell’d ring had first espous’d.” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="cantoII.VI"></a>CANTO VI</h2> + +<p>When from their game of dice men separate,<br/> +He, who hath lost, remains in sadness fix’d,<br/> +Revolving in his mind, what luckless throws<br/> +He cast: but meanwhile all the company<br/> +Go with the other; one before him runs,<br/> +And one behind his mantle twitches, one<br/> +Fast by his side bids him remember him.<br/> +He stops not; and each one, to whom his hand<br/> +Is stretch’d, well knows he bids him stand aside;<br/> +And thus he from the press defends himself.<br/> +E’en such was I in that close-crowding throng;<br/> +And turning so my face around to all,<br/> +And promising, I ’scap’d from it with pains. +</p> + +<p>Here of Arezzo him I saw, who fell<br/> +By Ghino’s cruel arm; and him beside,<br/> +Who in his chase was swallow’d by the stream.<br/> +Here Frederic Novello, with his hand<br/> +Stretch’d forth, entreated; and of Pisa he,<br/> +Who put the good Marzuco to such proof<br/> +Of constancy. Count Orso I beheld;<br/> +And from its frame a soul dismiss’d for spite<br/> +And envy, as it said, but for no crime:<br/> +I speak of Peter de la Brosse; and here,<br/> +While she yet lives, that Lady of Brabant<br/> +Let her beware; lest for so false a deed<br/> +She herd with worse than these. When I was freed<br/> +From all those spirits, who pray’d for others’ prayers<br/> +To hasten on their state of blessedness;<br/> +Straight I began: “O thou, my luminary!<br/> +It seems expressly in thy text denied,<br/> +That heaven’s supreme decree can never bend<br/> +To supplication; yet with this design<br/> +Do these entreat. Can then their hope be vain,<br/> +Or is thy saying not to me reveal’d?” +</p> + +<p>He thus to me: “Both what I write is plain,<br/> +And these deceiv’d not in their hope, if well<br/> +Thy mind consider, that the sacred height<br/> +Of judgment doth not stoop, because love’s flame<br/> +In a short moment all fulfils, which he<br/> +Who sojourns here, in right should satisfy.<br/> +Besides, when I this point concluded thus,<br/> +By praying no defect could be supplied;<br/> +Because the pray’r had none access to God.<br/> +Yet in this deep suspicion rest thou not<br/> +Contented unless she assure thee so,<br/> +Who betwixt truth and mind infuses light.<br/> +I know not if thou take me right; I mean<br/> +Beatrice. Her thou shalt behold above,<br/> +Upon this mountain’s crown, fair seat of joy.” +</p> + +<p>Then I: “Sir! let us mend our speed; for now<br/> +I tire not as before; and lo! the hill<br/> +Stretches its shadow far.” He answer’d thus:<br/> +“Our progress with this day shall be as much<br/> +As we may now dispatch; but otherwise<br/> +Than thou supposest is the truth. For there<br/> +Thou canst not be, ere thou once more behold<br/> +Him back returning, who behind the steep<br/> +Is now so hidden, that as erst his beam<br/> +Thou dost not break. But lo! a spirit there<br/> +Stands solitary, and toward us looks:<br/> +It will instruct us in the speediest way.” +</p> + +<p>We soon approach’d it. O thou Lombard spirit!<br/> +How didst thou stand, in high abstracted mood,<br/> +Scarce moving with slow dignity thine eyes!<br/> +It spoke not aught, but let us onward pass,<br/> +Eyeing us as a lion on his watch.<br/> +But Virgil with entreaty mild advanc’d,<br/> +Requesting it to show the best ascent.<br/> +It answer to his question none return’d,<br/> +But of our country and our kind of life<br/> +Demanded. When my courteous guide began,<br/> +“Mantua,” the solitary shadow quick<br/> +Rose towards us from the place in which it stood,<br/> +And cry’d, “Mantuan! I am thy countryman<br/> +Sordello.” Each the other then embrac’d. +</p> + +<p>Ah slavish Italy! thou inn of grief,<br/> +Vessel without a pilot in loud storm,<br/> +Lady no longer of fair provinces,<br/> +But brothel-house impure! this gentle spirit,<br/> +Ev’n from the Pleasant sound of his dear land<br/> +Was prompt to greet a fellow citizen<br/> +With such glad cheer; while now thy living ones<br/> +In thee abide not without war; and one<br/> +Malicious gnaws another, ay of those<br/> +Whom the same wall and the same moat contains,<br/> +Seek, wretched one! around thy sea-coasts wide;<br/> +Then homeward to thy bosom turn, and mark<br/> +If any part of the sweet peace enjoy.<br/> +What boots it, that thy reins Justinian’s hand<br/> +Befitted, if thy saddle be unpress’d?<br/> +Nought doth he now but aggravate thy shame.<br/> +Ah people! thou obedient still shouldst live,<br/> +And in the saddle let thy Caesar sit,<br/> +If well thou marked’st that which God commands. +</p> + +<p>Look how that beast to felness hath relaps’d<br/> +From having lost correction of the spur,<br/> +Since to the bridle thou hast set thine hand,<br/> +O German Albert! who abandon’st her,<br/> +That is grown savage and unmanageable,<br/> +When thou should’st clasp her flanks with forked heels.<br/> +Just judgment from the stars fall on thy blood!<br/> +And be it strange and manifest to all!<br/> +Such as may strike thy successor with dread!<br/> +For that thy sire and thou have suffer’d thus,<br/> +Through greediness of yonder realms detain’d,<br/> +The garden of the empire to run waste.<br/> +Come see the Capulets and Montagues,<br/> +The Philippeschi and Monaldi! man<br/> +Who car’st for nought! those sunk in grief, and these<br/> +With dire suspicion rack’d. Come, cruel one!<br/> +Come and behold the’ oppression of the nobles,<br/> +And mark their injuries: and thou mayst see.<br/> +What safety Santafiore can supply.<br/> +Come and behold thy Rome, who calls on thee,<br/> +Desolate widow! day and night with moans:<br/> +“My Caesar, why dost thou desert my side?”<br/> +Come and behold what love among thy people:<br/> +And if no pity touches thee for us,<br/> +Come and blush for thine own report. For me,<br/> +If it be lawful, O Almighty Power,<br/> +Who wast in earth for our sakes crucified!<br/> +Are thy just eyes turn’d elsewhere? or is this<br/> +A preparation in the wond’rous depth<br/> +Of thy sage counsel made, for some good end,<br/> +Entirely from our reach of thought cut off?<br/> +So are the’ Italian cities all o’erthrong’d<br/> +With tyrants, and a great Marcellus made<br/> +Of every petty factious villager. +</p> + +<p>My Florence! thou mayst well remain unmov’d<br/> +At this digression, which affects not thee:<br/> +Thanks to thy people, who so wisely speed.<br/> +Many have justice in their heart, that long<br/> +Waiteth for counsel to direct the bow,<br/> +Or ere it dart unto its aim: but shine<br/> +Have it on their lip’s edge. Many refuse<br/> +To bear the common burdens: readier thine<br/> +Answer uneall’d, and cry, “Behold I stoop!” +</p> + +<p>Make thyself glad, for thou hast reason now,<br/> +Thou wealthy! thou at peace! thou wisdom-fraught!<br/> +Facts best witness if I speak the truth.<br/> +Athens and Lacedaemon, who of old<br/> +Enacted laws, for civil arts renown’d,<br/> +Made little progress in improving life<br/> +Tow’rds thee, who usest such nice subtlety,<br/> +That to the middle of November scarce<br/> +Reaches the thread thou in October weav’st.<br/> +How many times, within thy memory,<br/> +Customs, and laws, and coins, and offices<br/> +Have been by thee renew’d, and people chang’d! +</p> + +<p>If thou remember’st well and can’st see clear,<br/> +Thou wilt perceive thyself like a sick wretch,<br/> +Who finds no rest upon her down, but oft<br/> +Shifting her side, short respite seeks from pain. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="cantoII.VII"></a>CANTO VII</h2> + +<p>After their courteous greetings joyfully<br/> +Sev’n times exchang’d, Sordello backward drew<br/> +Exclaiming, “Who are ye?” “Before this mount<br/> +By spirits worthy of ascent to God<br/> +Was sought, my bones had by Octavius’ care<br/> +Been buried. I am Virgil, for no sin<br/> +Depriv’d of heav’n, except for lack of faith.” +</p> + +<p>So answer’d him in few my gentle guide.</p> + +<p>As one, who aught before him suddenly<br/> +Beholding, whence his wonder riseth, cries<br/> +“It is yet is not,” wav’ring in belief;<br/> +Such he appear’d; then downward bent his eyes,<br/> +And drawing near with reverential step,<br/> +Caught him, where of mean estate might clasp<br/> +His lord. “Glory of Latium!” he exclaim’d,<br/> +“In whom our tongue its utmost power display’d!<br/> +Boast of my honor’d birth-place! what desert<br/> +Of mine, what favour rather undeserv’d,<br/> +Shows thee to me? If I to hear that voice<br/> +Am worthy, say if from below thou com’st<br/> +And from what cloister’s pale?”—“Through every orb<br/> +Of that sad region,” he reply’d, “thus far<br/> +Am I arriv’d, by heav’nly influence led<br/> +And with such aid I come. There is a place<br/> +There underneath, not made by torments sad,<br/> +But by dun shades alone; where mourning’s voice<br/> +Sounds not of anguish sharp, but breathes in sighs. +</p> + +<p>“There I with little innocents abide,<br/> +Who by death’s fangs were bitten, ere exempt<br/> +From human taint. There I with those abide,<br/> +Who the three holy virtues put not on,<br/> +But understood the rest, and without blame<br/> +Follow’d them all. But if thou know’st and canst,<br/> +Direct us, how we soonest may arrive,<br/> +Where Purgatory its true beginning takes.” +</p> + +<p>He answer’d thus: “We have no certain place<br/> +Assign’d us: upwards I may go or round,<br/> +Far as I can, I join thee for thy guide.<br/> +But thou beholdest now how day declines:<br/> +And upwards to proceed by night, our power<br/> +Excels: therefore it may be well to choose<br/> +A place of pleasant sojourn. To the right<br/> +Some spirits sit apart retir’d. If thou<br/> +Consentest, I to these will lead thy steps:<br/> +And thou wilt know them, not without delight.” +</p> + +<p>“How chances this?” was answer’d; “who so wish’d<br/> +To ascend by night, would he be thence debarr’d<br/> +By other, or through his own weakness fail?” +</p> + +<p>The good Sordello then, along the ground<br/> +Trailing his finger, spoke: “Only this line<br/> +Thou shalt not overpass, soon as the sun<br/> +Hath disappear’d; not that aught else impedes<br/> +Thy going upwards, save the shades of night.<br/> +These with the wont of power perplex the will.<br/> +With them thou haply mightst return beneath,<br/> +Or to and fro around the mountain’s side<br/> +Wander, while day is in the horizon shut.” +</p> + +<p>My master straight, as wond’ring at his speech,<br/> +Exclaim’d: “Then lead us quickly, where thou sayst,<br/> +That, while we stay, we may enjoy delight.” +</p> + +<p>A little space we were remov’d from thence,<br/> +When I perceiv’d the mountain hollow’d out.<br/> +Ev’n as large valleys hollow’d out on earth, +</p> + +<p>“That way,” the’ escorting spirit cried, “we go,<br/> +Where in a bosom the high bank recedes:<br/> +And thou await renewal of the day.” +</p> + +<p>Betwixt the steep and plain a crooked path<br/> +Led us traverse into the ridge’s side,<br/> +Where more than half the sloping edge expires.<br/> +Refulgent gold, and silver thrice refin’d,<br/> +And scarlet grain and ceruse, Indian wood<br/> +Of lucid dye serene, fresh emeralds<br/> +But newly broken, by the herbs and flowers<br/> +Plac’d in that fair recess, in color all<br/> +Had been surpass’d, as great surpasses less.<br/> +Nor nature only there lavish’d her hues,<br/> +But of the sweetness of a thousand smells<br/> +A rare and undistinguish’d fragrance made. +</p> + +<p>“Salve Regina,” on the grass and flowers<br/> +Here chanting I beheld those spirits sit<br/> +Who not beyond the valley could be seen. +</p> + +<p>“Before the west’ring sun sink to his bed,”<br/> +Began the Mantuan, who our steps had turn’d, +</p> + +<p>“’Mid those desires not that I lead ye on.<br/> +For from this eminence ye shall discern<br/> +Better the acts and visages of all,<br/> +Than in the nether vale among them mix’d.<br/> +He, who sits high above the rest, and seems<br/> +To have neglected that he should have done,<br/> +And to the others’ song moves not his lip,<br/> +The Emperor Rodolph call, who might have heal’d<br/> +The wounds whereof fair Italy hath died,<br/> +So that by others she revives but slowly,<br/> +He, who with kindly visage comforts him,<br/> +Sway’d in that country, where the water springs,<br/> +That Moldaw’s river to the Elbe, and Elbe<br/> +Rolls to the ocean: Ottocar his name:<br/> +Who in his swaddling clothes was of more worth<br/> +Than Winceslaus his son, a bearded man,<br/> +Pamper’d with rank luxuriousness and ease.<br/> +And that one with the nose depress, who close<br/> +In counsel seems with him of gentle look,<br/> +Flying expir’d, with’ring the lily’s flower.<br/> +Look there how he doth knock against his breast!<br/> +The other ye behold, who for his cheek<br/> +Makes of one hand a couch, with frequent sighs.<br/> +They are the father and the father-in-law<br/> +Of Gallia’s bane: his vicious life they know<br/> +And foul; thence comes the grief that rends them thus. +</p> + +<p>“He, so robust of limb, who measure keeps<br/> +In song, with him of feature prominent,<br/> +With ev’ry virtue bore his girdle brac’d.<br/> +And if that stripling who behinds him sits,<br/> +King after him had liv’d, his virtue then<br/> +From vessel to like vessel had been pour’d;<br/> +Which may not of the other heirs be said.<br/> +By James and Frederick his realms are held;<br/> +Neither the better heritage obtains.<br/> +Rarely into the branches of the tree<br/> +Doth human worth mount up; and so ordains<br/> +He who bestows it, that as his free gift<br/> +It may be call’d. To Charles my words apply<br/> +No less than to his brother in the song;<br/> +Which Pouille and Provence now with grief confess.<br/> +So much that plant degenerates from its seed,<br/> +As more than Beatrice and Margaret<br/> +Costanza still boasts of her valorous spouse. +</p> + +<p>“Behold the king of simple life and plain,<br/> +Harry of England, sitting there alone:<br/> +He through his branches better issue spreads. +</p> + +<p>“That one, who on the ground beneath the rest<br/> +Sits lowest, yet his gaze directs aloft,<br/> +Us William, that brave Marquis, for whose cause<br/> +The deed of Alexandria and his war<br/> +Makes Conferrat and Canavese weep.” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="cantoII.VIII"></a>CANTO VIII</h2> + +<p>Now was the hour that wakens fond desire<br/> +In men at sea, and melts their thoughtful heart,<br/> +Who in the morn have bid sweet friends farewell,<br/> +And pilgrim newly on his road with love<br/> +Thrills, if he hear the vesper bell from far,<br/> +That seems to mourn for the expiring day:<br/> +When I, no longer taking heed to hear<br/> +Began, with wonder, from those spirits to mark<br/> +One risen from its seat, which with its hand<br/> +Audience implor’d. Both palms it join’d and rais’d,<br/> +Fixing its steadfast gaze towards the east,<br/> +As telling God, “I care for naught beside.” +</p> + +<p>“Te Lucis Ante,” so devoutly then<br/> +Came from its lip, and in so soft a strain,<br/> +That all my sense in ravishment was lost.<br/> +And the rest after, softly and devout,<br/> +Follow’d through all the hymn, with upward gaze<br/> +Directed to the bright supernal wheels. +</p> + +<p>Here, reader! for the truth makes thine eyes keen:<br/> +For of so subtle texture is this veil,<br/> +That thou with ease mayst pass it through unmark’d. +</p> + +<p>I saw that gentle band silently next<br/> +Look up, as if in expectation held,<br/> +Pale and in lowly guise; and from on high<br/> +I saw forth issuing descend beneath<br/> +Two angels with two flame-illumin’d swords,<br/> +Broken and mutilated at their points.<br/> +Green as the tender leaves but newly born,<br/> +Their vesture was, the which by wings as green<br/> +Beaten, they drew behind them, fann’d in air.<br/> +A little over us one took his stand,<br/> +The other lighted on the’ Opposing hill,<br/> +So that the troop were in the midst contain’d. +</p> + +<p>Well I descried the whiteness on their heads;<br/> +But in their visages the dazzled eye<br/> +Was lost, as faculty that by too much<br/> +Is overpower’d. “From Mary’s bosom both<br/> +Are come,” exclaim’d Sordello, “as a guard<br/> +Over the vale, ganst him, who hither tends,<br/> +The serpent.” Whence, not knowing by which path<br/> +He came, I turn’d me round, and closely press’d,<br/> +All frozen, to my leader’s trusted side. +</p> + +<p>Sordello paus’d not: “To the valley now<br/> +(For it is time) let us descend; and hold<br/> +Converse with those great shadows: haply much<br/> +Their sight may please ye.” Only three steps down<br/> +Methinks I measur’d, ere I was beneath,<br/> +And noted one who look’d as with desire<br/> +To know me. Time was now that air arrow dim;<br/> +Yet not so dim, that ’twixt his eyes and mine<br/> +It clear’d not up what was conceal’d before.<br/> +Mutually tow’rds each other we advanc’d.<br/> +Nino, thou courteous judge! what joy I felt,<br/> +When I perceiv’d thou wert not with the bad! +</p> + +<p>No salutation kind on either part<br/> +Was left unsaid. He then inquir’d: “How long<br/> +Since thou arrived’st at the mountain’s foot,<br/> +Over the distant waves?”—“O!” answer’d I,<br/> +“Through the sad seats of woe this morn I came,<br/> +And still in my first life, thus journeying on,<br/> +The other strive to gain.” Soon as they heard<br/> +My words, he and Sordello backward drew,<br/> +As suddenly amaz’d. To Virgil one,<br/> +The other to a spirit turn’d, who near<br/> +Was seated, crying: “Conrad! up with speed:<br/> +Come, see what of his grace high God hath will’d.”<br/> +Then turning round to me: “By that rare mark<br/> +Of honour which thou ow’st to him, who hides<br/> +So deeply his first cause, it hath no ford,<br/> +When thou shalt be beyond the vast of waves.<br/> +Tell my Giovanna, that for me she call<br/> +There, where reply to innocence is made.<br/> +Her mother, I believe, loves me no more;<br/> +Since she has chang’d the white and wimpled folds,<br/> +Which she is doom’d once more with grief to wish.<br/> +By her it easily may be perceiv’d,<br/> +How long in women lasts the flame of love,<br/> +If sight and touch do not relume it oft.<br/> +For her so fair a burial will not make<br/> +The viper which calls Milan to the field,<br/> +As had been made by shrill Gallura’s bird.” +</p> + +<p>He spoke, and in his visage took the stamp<br/> +Of that right seal, which with due temperature<br/> +Glows in the bosom. My insatiate eyes<br/> +Meanwhile to heav’n had travel’d, even there<br/> +Where the bright stars are slowest, as a wheel<br/> +Nearest the axle; when my guide inquir’d:<br/> +“What there aloft, my son, has caught thy gaze?” +</p> + +<p>I answer’d: “The three torches, with which here<br/> +The pole is all on fire.” He then to me:<br/> +“The four resplendent stars, thou saw’st this morn<br/> +Are there beneath, and these ris’n in their stead.” +</p> + +<p>While yet he spoke. Sordello to himself<br/> +Drew him, and cry’d: “Lo there our enemy!”<br/> +And with his hand pointed that way to look. +</p> + +<p>Along the side, where barrier none arose<br/> +Around the little vale, a serpent lay,<br/> +Such haply as gave Eve the bitter food.<br/> +Between the grass and flowers, the evil snake<br/> +Came on, reverting oft his lifted head;<br/> +And, as a beast that smoothes its polish’d coat,<br/> +Licking his hack. I saw not, nor can tell,<br/> +How those celestial falcons from their seat<br/> +Mov’d, but in motion each one well descried,<br/> +Hearing the air cut by their verdant plumes.<br/> +The serpent fled; and to their stations back<br/> +The angels up return’d with equal flight. +</p> + +<p>The Spirit (who to Nino, when he call’d,<br/> +Had come), from viewing me with fixed ken,<br/> +Through all that conflict, loosen’d not his sight. +</p> + +<p>“So may the lamp, which leads thee up on high,<br/> +Find, in thy destin’d lot, of wax so much,<br/> +As may suffice thee to the enamel’s height.”<br/> +It thus began: “If any certain news<br/> +Of Valdimagra and the neighbour part<br/> +Thou know’st, tell me, who once was mighty there<br/> +They call’d me Conrad Malaspina, not<br/> +That old one, but from him I sprang. The love<br/> +I bore my people is now here refin’d.” +</p> + +<p>“In your dominions,” I answer’d, “ne’er was I.<br/> +But through all Europe where do those men dwell,<br/> +To whom their glory is not manifest?<br/> +The fame, that honours your illustrious house,<br/> +Proclaims the nobles and proclaims the land;<br/> +So that he knows it who was never there.<br/> +I swear to you, so may my upward route<br/> +Prosper! your honour’d nation not impairs<br/> +The value of her coffer and her sword.<br/> +Nature and use give her such privilege,<br/> +That while the world is twisted from his course<br/> +By a bad head, she only walks aright,<br/> +And has the evil way in scorn.” He then:<br/> +“Now pass thee on: sev’n times the tired sun<br/> +Revisits not the couch, which with four feet<br/> +The forked Aries covers, ere that kind<br/> +Opinion shall be nail’d into thy brain<br/> +With stronger nails than other’s speech can drive,<br/> +If the sure course of judgment be not stay’d.” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="cantoII.IX"></a>CANTO IX</h2> + +<p>Now the fair consort of Tithonus old,<br/> +Arisen from her mate’s beloved arms,<br/> +Look’d palely o’er the eastern cliff: her brow,<br/> +Lucent with jewels, glitter’d, set in sign<br/> +Of that chill animal, who with his train<br/> +Smites fearful nations: and where then we were,<br/> +Two steps of her ascent the night had past,<br/> +And now the third was closing up its wing,<br/> +When I, who had so much of Adam with me,<br/> +Sank down upon the grass, o’ercome with sleep,<br/> +There where all five were seated. In that hour,<br/> +When near the dawn the swallow her sad lay,<br/> +Rememb’ring haply ancient grief, renews,<br/> +And with our minds more wand’rers from the flesh,<br/> +And less by thought restrain’d are, as ’twere, full<br/> +Of holy divination in their dreams,<br/> +Then in a vision did I seem to view<br/> +A golden-feather’d eagle in the sky,<br/> +With open wings, and hov’ring for descent,<br/> +And I was in that place, methought, from whence<br/> +Young Ganymede, from his associates ’reft,<br/> +Was snatch’d aloft to the high consistory.<br/> +“Perhaps,” thought I within me, “here alone<br/> +He strikes his quarry, and elsewhere disdains<br/> +To pounce upon the prey.” Therewith, it seem’d,<br/> +A little wheeling in his airy tour<br/> +Terrible as the lightning rush’d he down,<br/> +And snatch’d me upward even to the fire. +</p> + +<p>There both, I thought, the eagle and myself<br/> +Did burn; and so intense th’ imagin’d flames,<br/> +That needs my sleep was broken off. As erst<br/> +Achilles shook himself, and round him roll’d<br/> +His waken’d eyeballs wond’ring where he was,<br/> +Whenas his mother had from Chiron fled<br/> +To Scyros, with him sleeping in her arms;<br/> +E’en thus I shook me, soon as from my face<br/> +The slumber parted, turning deadly pale,<br/> +Like one ice-struck with dread. Solo at my side<br/> +My comfort stood: and the bright sun was now<br/> +More than two hours aloft: and to the sea<br/> +My looks were turn’d. “Fear not,” my master cried,<br/> +“Assur’d we are at happy point. Thy strength<br/> +Shrink not, but rise dilated. Thou art come<br/> +To Purgatory now. Lo! there the cliff<br/> +That circling bounds it! Lo! the entrance there,<br/> +Where it doth seem disparted! re the dawn<br/> +Usher’d the daylight, when thy wearied soul<br/> +Slept in thee, o’er the flowery vale beneath<br/> +A lady came, and thus bespake me: “I<br/> +Am Lucia. Suffer me to take this man,<br/> +Who slumbers. Easier so his way shall speed.”<br/> +Sordello and the other gentle shapes<br/> +Tarrying, she bare thee up: and, as day shone,<br/> +This summit reach’d: and I pursued her steps.<br/> +Here did she place thee. First her lovely eyes<br/> +That open entrance show’d me; then at once<br/> +She vanish’d with thy sleep. Like one, whose doubts<br/> +Are chas’d by certainty, and terror turn’d<br/> +To comfort on discovery of the truth,<br/> +Such was the change in me: and as my guide<br/> +Beheld me fearless, up along the cliff<br/> +He mov’d, and I behind him, towards the height. +</p> + +<p>Reader! thou markest how my theme doth rise,<br/> +Nor wonder therefore, if more artfully<br/> +I prop the structure! nearer now we drew,<br/> +Arriv’d’ whence in that part, where first a breach<br/> +As of a wall appear’d, I could descry<br/> +A portal, and three steps beneath, that led<br/> +For inlet there, of different colour each,<br/> +And one who watch’d, but spake not yet a word.<br/> +As more and more mine eye did stretch its view,<br/> +I mark’d him seated on the highest step,<br/> +In visage such, as past my power to bear. +</p> + +<p>Grasp’d in his hand a naked sword, glanc’d back<br/> +The rays so toward me, that I oft in vain<br/> +My sight directed. “Speak from whence ye stand:”<br/> +He cried: “What would ye? Where is your escort?<br/> +Take heed your coming upward harm ye not.” +</p> + +<p>“A heavenly dame, not skilless of these things,”<br/> +Replied the’ instructor, “told us, even now,<br/> +“Pass that way: here the gate is.”—“And may she<br/> +Befriending prosper your ascent,” resum’d<br/> +The courteous keeper of the gate: “Come then<br/> +Before our steps.” We straightway thither came. +</p> + +<p>The lowest stair was marble white so smooth<br/> +And polish’d, that therein my mirror’d form<br/> +Distinct I saw. The next of hue more dark<br/> +Than sablest grain, a rough and singed block,<br/> +Crack’d lengthwise and across. The third, that lay<br/> +Massy above, seem’d porphyry, that flam’d<br/> +Red as the life-blood spouting from a vein.<br/> +On this God’s angel either foot sustain’d,<br/> +Upon the threshold seated, which appear’d<br/> +A rock of diamond. Up the trinal steps<br/> +My leader cheerily drew me. “Ask,” said he, +</p> + +<p>“With humble heart, that he unbar the bolt.”</p> + +<p>Piously at his holy feet devolv’d<br/> +I cast me, praying him for pity’s sake<br/> +That he would open to me: but first fell<br/> +Thrice on my bosom prostrate. Seven times<br/> +The letter, that denotes the inward stain,<br/> +He on my forehead with the blunted point<br/> +Of his drawn sword inscrib’d. And “Look,” he cried,<br/> +“When enter’d, that thou wash these scars away.” +</p> + +<p>Ashes, or earth ta’en dry out of the ground,<br/> +Were of one colour with the robe he wore.<br/> +From underneath that vestment forth he drew<br/> +Two keys of metal twain: the one was gold,<br/> +Its fellow silver. With the pallid first,<br/> +And next the burnish’d, he so ply’d the gate,<br/> +As to content me well. “Whenever one<br/> +Faileth of these, that in the keyhole straight<br/> +It turn not, to this alley then expect<br/> +Access in vain.” Such were the words he spake.<br/> +“One is more precious: but the other needs<br/> +Skill and sagacity, large share of each,<br/> +Ere its good task to disengage the knot<br/> +Be worthily perform’d. From Peter these<br/> +I hold, of him instructed, that I err<br/> +Rather in opening than in keeping fast;<br/> +So but the suppliant at my feet implore.” +</p> + +<p>Then of that hallow’d gate he thrust the door,<br/> +Exclaiming, “Enter, but this warning hear:<br/> +He forth again departs who looks behind.” +</p> + +<p>As in the hinges of that sacred ward<br/> +The swivels turn’d, sonorous metal strong,<br/> +Harsh was the grating; nor so surlily<br/> +Roar’d the Tarpeian, when by force bereft<br/> +Of good Metellus, thenceforth from his loss<br/> +To leanness doom’d. Attentively I turn’d,<br/> +List’ning the thunder, that first issued forth;<br/> +And “We praise thee, O God,” methought I heard<br/> +In accents blended with sweet melody.<br/> +The strains came o’er mine ear, e’en as the sound<br/> +Of choral voices, that in solemn chant<br/> +With organ mingle, and, now high and clear,<br/> +Come swelling, now float indistinct away. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="cantoII.X"></a>CANTO X</h2> + +<p>When we had passed the threshold of the gate<br/> +(Which the soul’s ill affection doth disuse,<br/> +Making the crooked seem the straighter path),<br/> +I heard its closing sound. Had mine eyes turn’d,<br/> +For that offence what plea might have avail’d? +</p> + +<p>We mounted up the riven rock, that wound<br/> +On either side alternate, as the wave<br/> +Flies and advances. “Here some little art<br/> +Behooves us,” said my leader, “that our steps<br/> +Observe the varying flexure of the path.” +</p> + +<p>Thus we so slowly sped, that with cleft orb<br/> +The moon once more o’erhangs her wat’ry couch,<br/> +Ere we that strait have threaded. But when free<br/> +We came and open, where the mount above<br/> +One solid mass retires, I spent, with toil,<br/> +And both, uncertain of the way, we stood,<br/> +Upon a plain more lonesome, than the roads<br/> +That traverse desert wilds. From whence the brink<br/> +Borders upon vacuity, to foot<br/> +Of the steep bank, that rises still, the space<br/> +Had measur’d thrice the stature of a man:<br/> +And, distant as mine eye could wing its flight,<br/> +To leftward now and now to right dispatch’d,<br/> +That cornice equal in extent appear’d. +</p> + +<p>Not yet our feet had on that summit mov’d,<br/> +When I discover’d that the bank around,<br/> +Whose proud uprising all ascent denied,<br/> +Was marble white, and so exactly wrought<br/> +With quaintest sculpture, that not there alone<br/> +Had Polycletus, but e’en nature’s self<br/> +Been sham’d. The angel who came down to earth<br/> +With tidings of the peace so many years<br/> +Wept for in vain, that op’d the heavenly gates<br/> +From their long interdict, before us seem’d,<br/> +In a sweet act, so sculptur’d to the life,<br/> +He look’d no silent image. One had sworn<br/> +He had said, “Hail!” for she was imag’d there,<br/> +By whom the key did open to God’s love,<br/> +And in her act as sensibly impress<br/> +That word, “Behold the handmaid of the Lord,”<br/> +As figure seal’d on wax. “Fix not thy mind<br/> +On one place only,” said the guide belov’d,<br/> +Who had me near him on that part where lies<br/> +The heart of man. My sight forthwith I turn’d<br/> +And mark’d, behind the virgin mother’s form,<br/> +Upon that side, where he, that mov’d me, stood,<br/> +Another story graven on the rock. +</p> + +<p>I passed athwart the bard, and drew me near,<br/> +That it might stand more aptly for my view.<br/> +There in the self-same marble were engrav’d<br/> +The cart and kine, drawing the sacred ark,<br/> +That from unbidden office awes mankind.<br/> +Before it came much people; and the whole<br/> +Parted in seven quires. One sense cried, “Nay,”<br/> +Another, “Yes, they sing.” Like doubt arose<br/> +Betwixt the eye and smell, from the curl’d fume<br/> +Of incense breathing up the well-wrought toil.<br/> +Preceding the blest vessel, onward came<br/> +With light dance leaping, girt in humble guise,<br/> +Sweet Israel’s harper: in that hap he seem’d<br/> +Less and yet more than kingly. Opposite,<br/> +At a great palace, from the lattice forth<br/> +Look’d Michol, like a lady full of scorn<br/> +And sorrow. To behold the tablet next,<br/> +Which at the hack of Michol whitely shone,<br/> +I mov’d me. There was storied on the rock<br/> +The’ exalted glory of the Roman prince,<br/> +Whose mighty worth mov’d Gregory to earn<br/> +His mighty conquest, Trajan th’ Emperor.<br/> +A widow at his bridle stood, attir’d<br/> +In tears and mourning. Round about them troop’d<br/> +Full throng of knights, and overhead in gold<br/> +The eagles floated, struggling with the wind. +</p> + +<p>The wretch appear’d amid all these to say:<br/> +“Grant vengeance, sire! for, woe beshrew this heart<br/> +My son is murder’d.” He replying seem’d; +</p> + +<p>“Wait now till I return.” And she, as one<br/> +Made hasty by her grief; “O sire, if thou<br/> +Dost not return?”—“Where I am, who then is,<br/> +May right thee.”—“What to thee is other’s good,<br/> +If thou neglect thy own?”—“Now comfort thee,”<br/> +At length he answers. “It beseemeth well<br/> +My duty be perform’d, ere I move hence:<br/> +So justice wills; and pity bids me stay.” +</p> + +<p>He, whose ken nothing new surveys, produc’d<br/> +That visible speaking, new to us and strange<br/> +The like not found on earth. Fondly I gaz’d<br/> +Upon those patterns of meek humbleness,<br/> +Shapes yet more precious for their artist’s sake,<br/> +When “Lo,” the poet whisper’d, “where this way<br/> +(But slack their pace), a multitude advance.<br/> +These to the lofty steps shall guide us on.” +</p> + +<p>Mine eyes, though bent on view of novel sights<br/> +Their lov’d allurement, were not slow to turn. +</p> + +<p>Reader! would not that amaz’d thou miss<br/> +Of thy good purpose, hearing how just God<br/> +Decrees our debts be cancel’d. Ponder not<br/> +The form of suff’ring. Think on what succeeds,<br/> +Think that at worst beyond the mighty doom<br/> +It cannot pass. “Instructor,” I began,<br/> +“What I see hither tending, bears no trace<br/> +Of human semblance, nor of aught beside<br/> +That my foil’d sight can guess.” He answering thus:<br/> +“So courb’d to earth, beneath their heavy teems<br/> +Of torment stoop they, that mine eye at first<br/> +Struggled as thine. But look intently thither,<br/> +An disentangle with thy lab’ring view,<br/> +What underneath those stones approacheth: now,<br/> +E’en now, mayst thou discern the pangs of each.” +</p> + +<p>Christians and proud! poor and wretched ones!<br/> +That feeble in the mind’s eye, lean your trust<br/> +Upon unstaid perverseness! now ye not<br/> +That we are worms, yet made at last to form<br/> +The winged insect, imp’d with angel plumes<br/> +That to heaven’s justice unobstructed soars?<br/> +Why buoy ye up aloft your unfleg’d souls?<br/> +Abortive then and shapeless ye remain,<br/> +Like the untimely embryon of a worm! +</p> + +<p>As, to support incumbent floor or roof,<br/> +For corbel is a figure sometimes seen,<br/> +That crumples up its knees unto its breast,<br/> +With the feign’d posture stirring ruth unfeign’d<br/> +In the beholder’s fancy; so I saw<br/> +These fashion’d, when I noted well their guise. +</p> + +<p>Each, as his back was laden, came indeed<br/> +Or more or less contract; but it appear’d<br/> +As he, who show’d most patience in his look,<br/> +Wailing exclaim’d: “I can endure no more.” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="cantoII.XI"></a>CANTO XI</h2> + +<p>“O thou Almighty Father, who dost make<br/> +The heavens thy dwelling, not in bounds confin’d,<br/> +But that with love intenser there thou view’st<br/> +Thy primal effluence, hallow’d be thy name:<br/> +Join each created being to extol<br/> +Thy might, for worthy humblest thanks and praise<br/> +Is thy blest Spirit. May thy kingdom’s peace<br/> +Come unto us; for we, unless it come,<br/> +With all our striving thither tend in vain.<br/> +As of their will the angels unto thee<br/> +Tender meet sacrifice, circling thy throne<br/> +With loud hosannas, so of theirs be done<br/> +By saintly men on earth. Grant us this day<br/> +Our daily manna, without which he roams<br/> +Through this rough desert retrograde, who most<br/> +Toils to advance his steps. As we to each<br/> +Pardon the evil done us, pardon thou<br/> +Benign, and of our merit take no count.<br/> +’Gainst the old adversary prove thou not<br/> +Our virtue easily subdu’d; but free<br/> +From his incitements and defeat his wiles.<br/> +This last petition, dearest Lord! is made<br/> +Not for ourselves, since that were needless now,<br/> +But for their sakes who after us remain.” +</p> + +<p>Thus for themselves and us good speed imploring,<br/> +Those spirits went beneath a weight like that<br/> +We sometimes feel in dreams, all, sore beset,<br/> +But with unequal anguish, wearied all,<br/> +Round the first circuit, purging as they go,<br/> +The world’s gross darkness off: In our behalf<br/> +If there vows still be offer’d, what can here<br/> +For them be vow’d and done by such, whose wills<br/> +Have root of goodness in them? Well beseems<br/> +That we should help them wash away the stains<br/> +They carried hence, that so made pure and light,<br/> +They may spring upward to the starry spheres. +</p> + +<p>“Ah! so may mercy-temper’d justice rid<br/> +Your burdens speedily, that ye have power<br/> +To stretch your wing, which e’en to your desire<br/> +Shall lift you, as ye show us on which hand<br/> +Toward the ladder leads the shortest way.<br/> +And if there be more passages than one,<br/> +Instruct us of that easiest to ascend;<br/> +For this man who comes with me, and bears yet<br/> +The charge of fleshly raiment Adam left him,<br/> +Despite his better will but slowly mounts.”<br/> +From whom the answer came unto these words,<br/> +Which my guide spake, appear’d not; but ’twas said: +</p> + +<p>“Along the bank to rightward come with us,<br/> +And ye shall find a pass that mocks not toil<br/> +Of living man to climb: and were it not<br/> +That I am hinder’d by the rock, wherewith<br/> +This arrogant neck is tam’d, whence needs I stoop<br/> +My visage to the ground, him, who yet lives,<br/> +Whose name thou speak’st not him I fain would view.<br/> +To mark if e’er I knew himnd to crave<br/> +His pity for the fardel that I bear.<br/> +I was of Latiun, of a Tuscan horn<br/> +A mighty one: Aldobranlesco’s name<br/> +My sire’s, I know not if ye e’er have heard.<br/> +My old blood and forefathers’ gallant deeds<br/> +Made me so haughty, that I clean forgot<br/> +The common mother, and to such excess,<br/> +Wax’d in my scorn of all men, that I fell,<br/> +Fell therefore; by what fate Sienna’s sons,<br/> +Each child in Campagnatico, can tell.<br/> +I am Omberto; not me only pride<br/> +Hath injur’d, but my kindred all involv’d<br/> +In mischief with her. Here my lot ordains<br/> +Under this weight to groan, till I appease<br/> +God’s angry justice, since I did it not<br/> +Amongst the living, here amongst the dead.” +</p> + +<p>List’ning I bent my visage down: and one<br/> +(Not he who spake) twisted beneath the weight<br/> +That urg’d him, saw me, knew me straight, and call’d,<br/> +Holding his eyes With difficulty fix’d<br/> +Intent upon me, stooping as I went<br/> +Companion of their way. “O!” I exclaim’d, +</p> + +<p>“Art thou not Oderigi, art not thou<br/> +Agobbio’s glory, glory of that art<br/> +Which they of Paris call the limmer’s skill?” +</p> + +<p>“Brother!” said he, “with tints that gayer smile,<br/> +Bolognian Franco’s pencil lines the leaves.<br/> +His all the honour now; mine borrow’d light.<br/> +In truth I had not been thus courteous to him,<br/> +The whilst I liv’d, through eagerness of zeal<br/> +For that pre-eminence my heart was bent on.<br/> +Here of such pride the forfeiture is paid.<br/> +Nor were I even here; if, able still<br/> +To sin, I had not turn’d me unto God.<br/> +O powers of man! how vain your glory, nipp’d<br/> +E’en in its height of verdure, if an age<br/> +Less bright succeed not! imbue thought<br/> +To lord it over painting’s field; and now<br/> +The cry is Giotto’s, and his name eclips’d.<br/> +Thus hath one Guido from the other snatch’d<br/> +The letter’d prize: and he perhaps is born,<br/> +Who shall drive either from their nest. The noise<br/> +Of worldly fame is but a blast of wind,<br/> +That blows from divers points, and shifts its name<br/> +Shifting the point it blows from. Shalt thou more<br/> +Live in the mouths of mankind, if thy flesh<br/> +Part shrivel’d from thee, than if thou hadst died,<br/> +Before the coral and the pap were left,<br/> +Or ere some thousand years have passed? and that<br/> +Is, to eternity compar’d, a space,<br/> +Briefer than is the twinkling of an eye<br/> +To the heaven’s slowest orb. He there who treads<br/> +So leisurely before me, far and wide<br/> +Through Tuscany resounded once; and now<br/> +Is in Sienna scarce with whispers nam’d:<br/> +There was he sov’reign, when destruction caught<br/> +The madd’ning rage of Florence, in that day<br/> +Proud as she now is loathsome. Your renown<br/> +Is as the herb, whose hue doth come and go,<br/> +And his might withers it, by whom it sprang<br/> +Crude from the lap of earth.” I thus to him:<br/> +“True are thy sayings: to my heart they breathe<br/> +The kindly spirit of meekness, and allay<br/> +What tumours rankle there. But who is he<br/> +Of whom thou spak’st but now?”—“This,” he replied,<br/> +“Is Provenzano. He is here, because<br/> +He reach’d, with grasp presumptuous, at the sway<br/> +Of all Sienna. Thus he still hath gone,<br/> +Thus goeth never-resting, since he died.<br/> +Such is th’ acquittance render’d back of him,<br/> +Who, beyond measure, dar’d on earth.” I then:<br/> +“If soul that to the verge of life delays<br/> +Repentance, linger in that lower space,<br/> +Nor hither mount, unless good prayers befriend,<br/> +How chanc’d admittance was vouchsaf’d to him?” +</p> + +<p>“When at his glory’s topmost height,” said he,<br/> +“Respect of dignity all cast aside,<br/> +Freely He fix’d him on Sienna’s plain,<br/> +A suitor to redeem his suff’ring friend,<br/> +Who languish’d in the prison-house of Charles,<br/> +Nor for his sake refus’d through every vein<br/> +To tremble. More I will not say; and dark,<br/> +I know, my words are, but thy neighbours soon<br/> +Shall help thee to a comment on the text.<br/> +This is the work, that from these limits freed him.” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="cantoII.XII"></a>CANTO XII</h2> + +<p>With equal pace as oxen in the yoke,<br/> +I with that laden spirit journey’d on<br/> +Long as the mild instructor suffer’d me;<br/> +But when he bade me quit him, and proceed<br/> +(For “here,” said he, “behooves with sail and oars<br/> +Each man, as best he may, push on his bark”),<br/> +Upright, as one dispos’d for speed, I rais’d<br/> +My body, still in thought submissive bow’d. +</p> + +<p>I now my leader’s track not loth pursued;<br/> +And each had shown how light we far’d along<br/> +When thus he warn’d me: “Bend thine eyesight down:<br/> +For thou to ease the way shall find it good<br/> +To ruminate the bed beneath thy feet.” +</p> + +<p>As in memorial of the buried, drawn<br/> +Upon earth-level tombs, the sculptur’d form<br/> +Of what was once, appears (at sight whereof<br/> +Tears often stream forth by remembrance wak’d,<br/> +Whose sacred stings the piteous only feel),<br/> +So saw I there, but with more curious skill<br/> +Of portraiture o’erwrought, whate’er of space<br/> +From forth the mountain stretches. On one part<br/> +Him I beheld, above all creatures erst<br/> +Created noblest, light’ning fall from heaven:<br/> +On th’ other side with bolt celestial pierc’d<br/> +Briareus: cumb’ring earth he lay through dint<br/> +Of mortal ice-stroke. The Thymbraean god<br/> +With Mars, I saw, and Pallas, round their sire,<br/> +Arm’d still, and gazing on the giant’s limbs<br/> +Strewn o’er th’ ethereal field. Nimrod I saw:<br/> +At foot of the stupendous work he stood,<br/> +As if bewilder’d, looking on the crowd<br/> +Leagued in his proud attempt on Sennaar’s plain. +</p> + +<p>O Niobe! in what a trance of woe<br/> +Thee I beheld, upon that highway drawn,<br/> +Sev’n sons on either side thee slain! Saul!<br/> +How ghastly didst thou look! on thine own sword<br/> +Expiring in Gilboa, from that hour<br/> +Ne’er visited with rain from heav’n or dew! +</p> + +<p>O fond Arachne! thee I also saw<br/> +Half spider now in anguish crawling up<br/> +Th’ unfinish’d web thou weaved’st to thy bane! +</p> + +<p>O Rehoboam! here thy shape doth seem<br/> +Louring no more defiance! but fear-smote<br/> +With none to chase him in his chariot whirl’d. +</p> + +<p>Was shown beside upon the solid floor<br/> +How dear Alcmaeon forc’d his mother rate<br/> +That ornament in evil hour receiv’d:<br/> +How in the temple on Sennacherib fell<br/> +His sons, and how a corpse they left him there.<br/> +Was shown the scath and cruel mangling made<br/> +By Tomyris on Cyrus, when she cried:<br/> +“Blood thou didst thirst for, take thy fill of blood!”<br/> +Was shown how routed in the battle fled<br/> +Th’ Assyrians, Holofernes slain, and e’en<br/> +The relics of the carnage. Troy I mark’d<br/> +In ashes and in caverns. Oh! how fall’n,<br/> +How abject, Ilion, was thy semblance there! +</p> + +<p>What master of the pencil or the style<br/> +Had trac’d the shades and lines, that might have made<br/> +The subtlest workman wonder? Dead the dead,<br/> +The living seem’d alive; with clearer view<br/> +His eye beheld not who beheld the truth,<br/> +Than mine what I did tread on, while I went<br/> +Low bending. Now swell out; and with stiff necks<br/> +Pass on, ye sons of Eve! veil not your looks,<br/> +Lest they descry the evil of your path! +</p> + +<p>I noted not (so busied was my thought)<br/> +How much we now had circled of the mount,<br/> +And of his course yet more the sun had spent,<br/> +When he, who with still wakeful caution went,<br/> +Admonish’d: “Raise thou up thy head: for know<br/> +Time is not now for slow suspense. Behold<br/> +That way an angel hasting towards us! Lo!<br/> +Where duly the sixth handmaid doth return<br/> +From service on the day. Wear thou in look<br/> +And gesture seemly grace of reverent awe,<br/> +That gladly he may forward us aloft.<br/> +Consider that this day ne’er dawns again.” +</p> + +<p>Time’s loss he had so often warn’d me ’gainst,<br/> +I could not miss the scope at which he aim’d. +</p> + +<p>The goodly shape approach’d us, snowy white<br/> +In vesture, and with visage casting streams<br/> +Of tremulous lustre like the matin star.<br/> +His arms he open’d, then his wings; and spake:<br/> +“Onward: the steps, behold! are near; and now<br/> +Th’ ascent is without difficulty gain’d.” +</p> + +<p>A scanty few are they, who when they hear<br/> +Such tidings, hasten. O ye race of men<br/> +Though born to soar, why suffer ye a wind<br/> +So slight to baffle ye? He led us on<br/> +Where the rock parted; here against my front<br/> +Did beat his wings, then promis’d I should fare<br/> +In safety on my way. As to ascend<br/> +That steep, upon whose brow the chapel stands<br/> +(O’er Rubaconte, looking lordly down<br/> +On the well-guided city,) up the right<br/> +Th’ impetuous rise is broken by the steps<br/> +Carv’d in that old and simple age, when still<br/> +The registry and label rested safe;<br/> +Thus is th’ acclivity reliev’d, which here<br/> +Precipitous from the other circuit falls:<br/> +But on each hand the tall cliff presses close. +</p> + +<p>As ent’ring there we turn’d, voices, in strain<br/> +Ineffable, sang: “Blessed are the poor<br/> +In spirit.” Ah how far unlike to these<br/> +The straits of hell; here songs to usher us,<br/> +There shrieks of woe! We climb the holy stairs:<br/> +And lighter to myself by far I seem’d<br/> +Than on the plain before, whence thus I spake:<br/> +“Say, master, of what heavy thing have I<br/> +Been lighten’d, that scarce aught the sense of toil<br/> +Affects me journeying?” He in few replied:<br/> +“When sin’s broad characters, that yet remain<br/> +Upon thy temples, though well nigh effac’d,<br/> +Shall be, as one is, all clean razed out,<br/> +Then shall thy feet by heartiness of will<br/> +Be so o’ercome, they not alone shall feel<br/> +No sense of labour, but delight much more<br/> +Shall wait them urg’d along their upward way.” +</p> + +<p>Then like to one, upon whose head is plac’d<br/> +Somewhat he deems not of but from the becks<br/> +Of others as they pass him by; his hand<br/> +Lends therefore help to’ assure him, searches, finds,<br/> +And well performs such office as the eye<br/> +Wants power to execute: so stretching forth<br/> +The fingers of my right hand, did I find<br/> +Six only of the letters, which his sword<br/> +Who bare the keys had trac’d upon my brow.<br/> +The leader, as he mark’d mine action, smil’d. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="cantoII.XIII"></a>CANTO XIII</h2> + +<p>We reach’d the summit of the scale, and stood<br/> +Upon the second buttress of that mount<br/> +Which healeth him who climbs. A cornice there,<br/> +Like to the former, girdles round the hill;<br/> +Save that its arch with sweep less ample bends. +</p> + +<p>Shadow nor image there is seen; all smooth<br/> +The rampart and the path, reflecting nought<br/> +But the rock’s sullen hue. “If here we wait<br/> +For some to question,” said the bard, “I fear<br/> +Our choice may haply meet too long delay.” +</p> + +<p>Then fixedly upon the sun his eyes<br/> +He fastn’d, made his right the central point<br/> +From whence to move, and turn’d the left aside.<br/> +“O pleasant light, my confidence and hope,<br/> +Conduct us thou,” he cried, “on this new way,<br/> +Where now I venture, leading to the bourn<br/> +We seek. The universal world to thee<br/> +Owes warmth and lustre. If no other cause<br/> +Forbid, thy beams should ever be our guide.” +</p> + +<p>Far, as is measur’d for a mile on earth,<br/> +In brief space had we journey’d; such prompt will<br/> +Impell’d; and towards us flying, now were heard<br/> +Spirits invisible, who courteously<br/> +Unto love’s table bade the welcome guest.<br/> +The voice, that firstlew by, call’d forth aloud,<br/> +“They have no wine;” so on behind us past,<br/> +Those sounds reiterating, nor yet lost<br/> +In the faint distance, when another came<br/> +Crying, “I am Orestes,” and alike<br/> +Wing’d its fleet way. “Oh father!” I exclaim’d,<br/> +“What tongues are these?” and as I question’d, lo!<br/> +A third exclaiming, “Love ye those have wrong’d you.” +</p> + +<p>“This circuit,” said my teacher, “knots the scourge<br/> +For envy, and the cords are therefore drawn<br/> +By charity’s correcting hand. The curb<br/> +Is of a harsher sound, as thou shalt hear<br/> +(If I deem rightly), ere thou reach the pass,<br/> +Where pardon sets them free. But fix thine eyes<br/> +Intently through the air, and thou shalt see<br/> +A multitude before thee seated, each<br/> +Along the shelving grot.” Then more than erst<br/> +I op’d my eyes, before me view’d, and saw<br/> +Shadows with garments dark as was the rock;<br/> +And when we pass’d a little forth, I heard<br/> +A crying, “Blessed Mary! pray for us,<br/> +Michael and Peter! all ye saintly host!” +</p> + +<p>I do not think there walks on earth this day<br/> +Man so remorseless, that he hath not yearn’d<br/> +With pity at the sight that next I saw.<br/> +Mine eyes a load of sorrow teemed, when now<br/> +I stood so near them, that their semblances<br/> +Came clearly to my view. Of sackcloth vile<br/> +Their cov’ring seem’d; and on his shoulder one<br/> +Did stay another, leaning, and all lean’d<br/> +Against the cliff. E’en thus the blind and poor,<br/> +Near the confessionals, to crave an alms,<br/> +Stand, each his head upon his fellow’s sunk, +</p> + +<p>So most to stir compassion, not by sound<br/> +Of words alone, but that, which moves not less,<br/> +The sight of mis’ry. And as never beam<br/> +Of noonday visiteth the eyeless man,<br/> +E’en so was heav’n a niggard unto these<br/> +Of his fair light; for, through the orbs of all,<br/> +A thread of wire, impiercing, knits them up,<br/> +As for the taming of a haggard hawk. +</p> + +<p>It were a wrong, methought, to pass and look<br/> +On others, yet myself the while unseen.<br/> +To my sage counsel therefore did I turn.<br/> +He knew the meaning of the mute appeal,<br/> +Nor waited for my questioning, but said:<br/> +“Speak; and be brief, be subtle in thy words.” +</p> + +<p>On that part of the cornice, whence no rim<br/> +Engarlands its steep fall, did Virgil come;<br/> +On the’ other side me were the spirits, their cheeks<br/> +Bathing devout with penitential tears,<br/> +That through the dread impalement forc’d a way. +</p> + +<p>I turn’d me to them, and “O shades!” said I,</p> + +<p>“Assur’d that to your eyes unveil’d shall shine<br/> +The lofty light, sole object of your wish,<br/> +So may heaven’s grace clear whatsoe’er of foam<br/> +Floats turbid on the conscience, that thenceforth<br/> +The stream of mind roll limpid from its source,<br/> +As ye declare (for so shall ye impart<br/> +A boon I dearly prize) if any soul<br/> +Of Latium dwell among ye; and perchance<br/> +That soul may profit, if I learn so much.” +</p> + +<p>“My brother, we are each one citizens<br/> +Of one true city. Any thou wouldst say,<br/> +Who lived a stranger in Italia’s land.” +</p> + +<p>So heard I answering, as appeal’d, a voice<br/> +That onward came some space from whence I stood. +</p> + +<p>A spirit I noted, in whose look was mark’d<br/> +Expectance. Ask ye how? The chin was rais’d<br/> +As in one reft of sight. “Spirit,” said I,<br/> +“Who for thy rise are tutoring (if thou be<br/> +That which didst answer to me,) or by place<br/> +Or name, disclose thyself, that I may know thee.” +</p> + +<p>“I was,” it answer’d, “of Sienna: here<br/> +I cleanse away with these the evil life,<br/> +Soliciting with tears that He, who is,<br/> +Vouchsafe him to us. Though Sapia nam’d<br/> +In sapience I excell’d not, gladder far<br/> +Of others’ hurt, than of the good befell me.<br/> +That thou mayst own I now deceive thee not,<br/> +Hear, if my folly were not as I speak it.<br/> +When now my years slop’d waning down the arch,<br/> +It so bechanc’d, my fellow citizens<br/> +Near Colle met their enemies in the field,<br/> +And I pray’d God to grant what He had will’d.<br/> +There were they vanquish’d, and betook themselves<br/> +Unto the bitter passages of flight.<br/> +I mark’d the hunt, and waxing out of bounds<br/> +In gladness, lifted up my shameless brow,<br/> +And like the merlin cheated by a gleam,<br/> +Cried, “It is over. Heav’n! fear thee not.”<br/> +Upon my verge of life I wish’d for peace<br/> +With God; nor repentance had supplied<br/> +What I did lack of duty, were it not<br/> +The hermit Piero, touch’d with charity,<br/> +In his devout orisons thought on me.<br/> +“But who art thou that question’st of our state,<br/> +Who go’st to my belief, with lids unclos’d,<br/> +And breathest in thy talk?”—“Mine eyes,” said I,<br/> +“May yet be here ta’en from me; but not long;<br/> +For they have not offended grievously<br/> +With envious glances. But the woe beneath<br/> +Urges my soul with more exceeding dread.<br/> +That nether load already weighs me down.” +</p> + +<p>She thus: “Who then amongst us here aloft<br/> +Hath brought thee, if thou weenest to return?” +</p> + +<p>“He,” answer’d I, “who standeth mute beside me.<br/> +I live: of me ask therefore, chosen spirit,<br/> +If thou desire I yonder yet should move<br/> +For thee my mortal feet.”—“Oh!” she replied,<br/> +“This is so strange a thing, it is great sign<br/> +That God doth love thee. Therefore with thy prayer<br/> +Sometime assist me: and by that I crave,<br/> +Which most thou covetest, that if thy feet<br/> +E’er tread on Tuscan soil, thou save my fame<br/> +Amongst my kindred. Them shalt thou behold<br/> +With that vain multitude, who set their hope<br/> +On Telamone’s haven, there to fail<br/> +Confounded, more shall when the fancied stream<br/> +They sought of Dian call’d: but they who lead<br/> +Their navies, more than ruin’d hopes shall mourn.” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="cantoII.XIV"></a>CANTO XIV</h2> + +<p>“Say who is he around our mountain winds,<br/> +Or ever death has prun’d his wing for flight,<br/> +That opes his eyes and covers them at will?” +</p> + +<p>“I know not who he is, but know thus much<br/> +He comes not singly. Do thou ask of him,<br/> +For thou art nearer to him, and take heed<br/> +Accost him gently, so that he may speak.” +</p> + +<p>Thus on the right two Spirits bending each<br/> +Toward the other, talk’d of me, then both<br/> +Addressing me, their faces backward lean’d,<br/> +And thus the one began: “O soul, who yet<br/> +Pent in the body, tendest towards the sky!<br/> +For charity, we pray thee’ comfort us,<br/> +Recounting whence thou com’st, and who thou art:<br/> +For thou dost make us at the favour shown thee<br/> +Marvel, as at a thing that ne’er hath been.” +</p> + +<p>“There stretches through the midst of Tuscany,”<br/> +I straight began: “a brooklet, whose well-head<br/> +Springs up in Falterona, with his race<br/> +Not satisfied, when he some hundred miles<br/> +Hath measur’d. From his banks bring, I this frame.<br/> +To tell you who I am were words misspent:<br/> +For yet my name scarce sounds on rumour’s lip.” +</p> + +<p>“If well I do incorp’rate with my thought<br/> +The meaning of thy speech,” said he, who first<br/> +Addrest me, “thou dost speak of Arno’s wave.” +</p> + +<p>To whom the other: “Why hath he conceal’d<br/> +The title of that river, as a man<br/> +Doth of some horrible thing?” The spirit, who<br/> +Thereof was question’d, did acquit him thus:<br/> +“I know not: but ’tis fitting well the name<br/> +Should perish of that vale; for from the source<br/> +Where teems so plenteously the Alpine steep<br/> +Maim’d of Pelorus, (that doth scarcely pass<br/> +Beyond that limit,) even to the point<br/> +Whereunto ocean is restor’d, what heaven<br/> +Drains from th’ exhaustless store for all earth’s streams,<br/> +Throughout the space is virtue worried down,<br/> +As ’twere a snake, by all, for mortal foe,<br/> +Or through disastrous influence on the place,<br/> +Or else distortion of misguided wills,<br/> +That custom goads to evil: whence in those,<br/> +The dwellers in that miserable vale,<br/> +Nature is so transform’d, it seems as they<br/> +Had shar’d of Circe’s feeding. ’Midst brute swine,<br/> +Worthier of acorns than of other food<br/> +Created for man’s use, he shapeth first<br/> +His obscure way; then, sloping onward, finds<br/> +Curs, snarlers more in spite than power, from whom<br/> +He turns with scorn aside: still journeying down,<br/> +By how much more the curst and luckless foss<br/> +Swells out to largeness, e’en so much it finds<br/> +Dogs turning into wolves. Descending still<br/> +Through yet more hollow eddies, next he meets<br/> +A race of foxes, so replete with craft,<br/> +They do not fear that skill can master it.<br/> +Nor will I cease because my words are heard<br/> +By other ears than thine. It shall be well<br/> +For this man, if he keep in memory<br/> +What from no erring Spirit I reveal.<br/> +Lo! behold thy grandson, that becomes<br/> +A hunter of those wolves, upon the shore<br/> +Of the fierce stream, and cows them all with dread:<br/> +Their flesh yet living sets he up to sale,<br/> +Then like an aged beast to slaughter dooms.<br/> +Many of life he reaves, himself of worth<br/> +And goodly estimation. Smear’d with gore<br/> +Mark how he issues from the rueful wood,<br/> +Leaving such havoc, that in thousand years<br/> +It spreads not to prime lustihood again.” +</p> + +<p>As one, who tidings hears of woe to come,<br/> +Changes his looks perturb’d, from whate’er part<br/> +The peril grasp him, so beheld I change<br/> +That spirit, who had turn’d to listen, struck<br/> +With sadness, soon as he had caught the word. +</p> + +<p>His visage and the other’s speech did raise +Desire in me to know the names of both, +whereof with meek entreaty I inquir’d.</p> + +<p>The shade, who late addrest me, thus resum’d:<br/> +“Thy wish imports that I vouchsafe to do<br/> +For thy sake what thou wilt not do for mine.<br/> +But since God’s will is that so largely shine<br/> +His grace in thee, I will be liberal too.<br/> +Guido of Duca know then that I am.<br/> +Envy so parch’d my blood, that had I seen<br/> +A fellow man made joyous, thou hadst mark’d<br/> +A livid paleness overspread my cheek.<br/> +Such harvest reap I of the seed I sow’d.<br/> +O man, why place thy heart where there doth need<br/> +Exclusion of participants in good?<br/> +This is Rinieri’s spirit, this the boast<br/> +And honour of the house of Calboli,<br/> +Where of his worth no heritage remains.<br/> +Nor his the only blood, that hath been stript<br/> +(’twixt Po, the mount, the Reno, and the shore,)<br/> +Of all that truth or fancy asks for bliss;<br/> +But in those limits such a growth has sprung<br/> +Of rank and venom’d roots, as long would mock<br/> +Slow culture’s toil. Where is good Liziohere<br/> +Manardi, Traversalo, and Carpigna?<br/> +O bastard slips of old Romagna’s line!<br/> +When in Bologna the low artisan,<br/> +And in Faenza yon Bernardin sprouts,<br/> +A gentle cyon from ignoble stem.<br/> +Wonder not, Tuscan, if thou see me weep,<br/> +When I recall to mind those once lov’d names,<br/> +Guido of Prata, and of Azzo him<br/> +That dwelt with you; Tignoso and his troop,<br/> +With Traversaro’s house and Anastagio’s,<br/> +(Each race disherited) and beside these,<br/> +The ladies and the knights, the toils and ease,<br/> +That witch’d us into love and courtesy;<br/> +Where now such malice reigns in recreant hearts.<br/> +O Brettinoro! wherefore tarriest still,<br/> +Since forth of thee thy family hath gone,<br/> +And many, hating evil, join’d their steps?<br/> +Well doeth he, that bids his lineage cease,<br/> +Bagnacavallo; Castracaro ill,<br/> +And Conio worse, who care to propagate<br/> +A race of Counties from such blood as theirs.<br/> +Well shall ye also do, Pagani, then<br/> +When from amongst you tries your demon child.<br/> +Not so, howe’er, that henceforth there remain<br/> +True proof of what ye were. O Hugolin!<br/> +Thou sprung of Fantolini’s line! thy name<br/> +Is safe, since none is look’d for after thee<br/> +To cloud its lustre, warping from thy stock.<br/> +But, Tuscan, go thy ways; for now I take<br/> +Far more delight in weeping than in words.<br/> +Such pity for your sakes hath wrung my heart.” +</p> + +<p>We knew those gentle spirits at parting heard<br/> +Our steps. Their silence therefore of our way<br/> +Assur’d us. Soon as we had quitted them,<br/> +Advancing onward, lo! a voice that seem’d<br/> +Like vollied light’ning, when it rives the air,<br/> +Met us, and shouted, “Whosoever finds<br/> +Will slay me,” then fled from us, as the bolt<br/> +Lanc’d sudden from a downward-rushing cloud.<br/> +When it had giv’n short truce unto our hearing,<br/> +Behold the other with a crash as loud<br/> +As the quick-following thunder: “Mark in me<br/> +Aglauros turn’d to rock.” I at the sound<br/> +Retreating drew more closely to my guide. +</p> + +<p>Now in mute stillness rested all the air:<br/> +And thus he spake: “There was the galling bit.<br/> +But your old enemy so baits his hook,<br/> +He drags you eager to him. Hence nor curb<br/> +Avails you, nor reclaiming call. Heav’n calls<br/> +And round about you wheeling courts your gaze<br/> +With everlasting beauties. Yet your eye<br/> +Turns with fond doting still upon the earth.<br/> +Therefore He smites you who discerneth all.” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="cantoII.XV"></a>CANTO XV</h2> + +<p>As much as ’twixt the third hour’s close and dawn,<br/> +Appeareth of heav’n’s sphere, that ever whirls<br/> +As restless as an infant in his play,<br/> +So much appear’d remaining to the sun<br/> +Of his slope journey towards the western goal. +</p> + +<p>Evening was there, and here the noon of night;<br/> +and full upon our forehead smote the beams.<br/> +For round the mountain, circling, so our path<br/> +Had led us, that toward the sun-set now<br/> +Direct we journey’d: when I felt a weight<br/> +Of more exceeding splendour, than before,<br/> +Press on my front. The cause unknown, amaze<br/> +Possess’d me, and both hands against my brow<br/> +Lifting, I interpos’d them, as a screen,<br/> +That of its gorgeous superflux of light<br/> +Clipp’d the diminish’d orb. As when the ray,<br/> +Striking On water or the surface clear<br/> +Of mirror, leaps unto the opposite part,<br/> +Ascending at a glance, e’en as it fell,<br/> +(And so much differs from the stone, that falls<br/> +Through equal space, as practice skill hath shown);<br/> +Thus with refracted light before me seemed<br/> +The ground there smitten; whence in sudden haste<br/> +My sight recoil’d. “What is this, sire belov’d!<br/> +’Gainst which I strive to shield the sight in vain?”<br/> +Cried I, “and which towards us moving seems?” +</p> + +<p>“Marvel not, if the family of heav’n,”<br/> +He answer’d, “yet with dazzling radiance dim<br/> +Thy sense it is a messenger who comes,<br/> +Inviting man’s ascent. Such sights ere long,<br/> +Not grievous, shall impart to thee delight,<br/> +As thy perception is by nature wrought<br/> +Up to their pitch.” The blessed angel, soon<br/> +As we had reach’d him, hail’d us with glad voice:<br/> +“Here enter on a ladder far less steep<br/> +Than ye have yet encounter’d.” We forthwith<br/> +Ascending, heard behind us chanted sweet,<br/> +“Blessed the merciful,” and “happy thou!<br/> +That conquer’st.” Lonely each, my guide and I<br/> +Pursued our upward way; and as we went,<br/> +Some profit from his words I hop’d to win,<br/> +And thus of him inquiring, fram’d my speech: +</p> + +<p>“What meant Romagna’s spirit, when he spake<br/> +Of bliss exclusive with no partner shar’d?” +</p> + +<p>He straight replied: “No wonder, since he knows,<br/> +What sorrow waits on his own worst defect,<br/> +If he chide others, that they less may mourn.<br/> +Because ye point your wishes at a mark,<br/> +Where, by communion of possessors, part<br/> +Is lessen’d, envy bloweth up the sighs of men.<br/> +No fear of that might touch ye, if the love<br/> +Of higher sphere exalted your desire.<br/> +For there, by how much more they call it ours,<br/> +So much propriety of each in good<br/> +Increases more, and heighten’d charity<br/> +Wraps that fair cloister in a brighter flame.” +</p> + +<p>“Now lack I satisfaction more,” said I,<br/> +“Than if thou hadst been silent at the first,<br/> +And doubt more gathers on my lab’ring thought.<br/> +How can it chance, that good distributed,<br/> +The many, that possess it, makes more rich,<br/> +Than if ’twere shar’d by few?” He answering thus:<br/> +“Thy mind, reverting still to things of earth,<br/> +Strikes darkness from true light. The highest good<br/> +Unlimited, ineffable, doth so speed<br/> +To love, as beam to lucid body darts,<br/> +Giving as much of ardour as it finds.<br/> +The sempiternal effluence streams abroad<br/> +Spreading, wherever charity extends.<br/> +So that the more aspirants to that bliss<br/> +Are multiplied, more good is there to love,<br/> +And more is lov’d; as mirrors, that reflect,<br/> +Each unto other, propagated light.<br/> +If these my words avail not to allay<br/> +Thy thirsting, Beatrice thou shalt see,<br/> +Who of this want, and of all else thou hast,<br/> +Shall rid thee to the full. Provide but thou<br/> +That from thy temples may be soon eras’d,<br/> +E’en as the two already, those five scars,<br/> +That when they pain thee worst, then kindliest heal,” +</p> + +<p>“Thou,” I had said, “content’st me,” when I saw<br/> +The other round was gain’d, and wond’ring eyes<br/> +Did keep me mute. There suddenly I seem’d<br/> +By an ecstatic vision wrapt away;<br/> +And in a temple saw, methought, a crowd<br/> +Of many persons; and at th’ entrance stood<br/> +A dame, whose sweet demeanour did express<br/> +A mother’s love, who said, “Child! why hast thou<br/> +Dealt with us thus? Behold thy sire and I<br/> +Sorrowing have sought thee;” and so held her peace,<br/> +And straight the vision fled. A female next<br/> +Appear’d before me, down whose visage cours’d<br/> +Those waters, that grief forces out from one<br/> +By deep resentment stung, who seem’d to say:<br/> +“If thou, Pisistratus, be lord indeed<br/> +Over this city, nam’d with such debate<br/> +Of adverse gods, and whence each science sparkles,<br/> +Avenge thee of those arms, whose bold embrace<br/> +Hath clasp’d our daughter; “and to fuel, meseem’d,<br/> +Benign and meek, with visage undisturb’d,<br/> +Her sovran spake: “How shall we those requite,<br/> +Who wish us evil, if we thus condemn<br/> +The man that loves us?” After that I saw<br/> +A multitude, in fury burning, slay<br/> +With stones a stripling youth, and shout amain<br/> +“Destroy, destroy:” and him I saw, who bow’d<br/> +Heavy with death unto the ground, yet made<br/> +His eyes, unfolded upward, gates to heav’n, +</p> + +<p>Praying forgiveness of th’ Almighty Sire,<br/> +Amidst that cruel conflict, on his foes,<br/> +With looks, that With compassion to their aim. +</p> + +<p>Soon as my spirit, from her airy flight<br/> +Returning, sought again the things, whose truth<br/> +Depends not on her shaping, I observ’d<br/> +How she had rov’d to no unreal scenes +</p> + +<p>Meanwhile the leader, who might see I mov’d,<br/> +As one, who struggles to shake off his sleep,<br/> +Exclaim’d: “What ails thee, that thou canst not hold<br/> +Thy footing firm, but more than half a league<br/> +Hast travel’d with clos’d eyes and tott’ring gait,<br/> +Like to a man by wine or sleep o’ercharg’d?” +</p> + +<p>“Beloved father! so thou deign,” said I,<br/> +“To listen, I will tell thee what appear’d<br/> +Before me, when so fail’d my sinking steps.” +</p> + +<p>He thus: “Not if thy Countenance were mask’d<br/> +With hundred vizards, could a thought of thine<br/> +How small soe’er, elude me. What thou saw’st<br/> +Was shown, that freely thou mightst ope thy heart<br/> +To the waters of peace, that flow diffus’d<br/> +From their eternal fountain. I not ask’d,<br/> +What ails theeor such cause as he doth, who<br/> +Looks only with that eye which sees no more,<br/> +When spiritless the body lies; but ask’d,<br/> +To give fresh vigour to thy foot. Such goads<br/> +The slow and loit’ring need; that they be found<br/> +Not wanting, when their hour of watch returns.” +</p> + +<p>So on we journey’d through the evening sky<br/> +Gazing intent, far onward, as our eyes<br/> +With level view could stretch against the bright<br/> +Vespertine ray: and lo! by slow degrees<br/> +Gath’ring, a fog made tow’rds us, dark as night.<br/> +There was no room for ’scaping; and that mist<br/> +Bereft us, both of sight and the pure air. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="cantoII.XVI"></a>CANTO XVI</h2> + +<p>Hell’s dunnest gloom, or night unlustrous, dark,<br/> +Of every planes ’reft, and pall’d in clouds,<br/> +Did never spread before the sight a veil<br/> +In thickness like that fog, nor to the sense<br/> +So palpable and gross. Ent’ring its shade,<br/> +Mine eye endured not with unclosed lids;<br/> +Which marking, near me drew the faithful guide,<br/> +Offering me his shoulder for a stay. +</p> + +<p>As the blind man behind his leader walks,<br/> +Lest he should err, or stumble unawares<br/> +On what might harm him, or perhaps destroy,<br/> +I journey’d through that bitter air and foul,<br/> +Still list’ning to my escort’s warning voice,<br/> +“Look that from me thou part not.” Straight I heard<br/> +Voices, and each one seem’d to pray for peace,<br/> +And for compassion, to the Lamb of God<br/> +That taketh sins away. Their prelude still<br/> +Was “Agnus Dei,” and through all the choir,<br/> +One voice, one measure ran, that perfect seem’d<br/> +The concord of their song. “Are these I hear<br/> +Spirits, O master?” I exclaim’d; and he:<br/> +“Thou aim’st aright: these loose the bonds of wrath.” +</p> + +<p>“Now who art thou, that through our smoke dost cleave?<br/> +And speak’st of us, as thou thyself e’en yet<br/> +Dividest time by calends?” So one voice<br/> +Bespake me; whence my master said: “Reply;<br/> +And ask, if upward hence the passage lead.” +</p> + +<p>“O being! who dost make thee pure, to stand<br/> +Beautiful once more in thy Maker’s sight!<br/> +Along with me: and thou shalt hear and wonder.”<br/> +Thus I, whereto the spirit answering spake: +</p> + +<p>“Long as ’tis lawful for me, shall my steps<br/> +Follow on thine; and since the cloudy smoke<br/> +Forbids the seeing, hearing in its stead<br/> +Shall keep us join’d.” I then forthwith began<br/> +“Yet in my mortal swathing, I ascend<br/> +To higher regions, and am hither come<br/> +Through the fearful agony of hell.<br/> +And, if so largely God hath doled his grace,<br/> +That, clean beside all modern precedent,<br/> +He wills me to behold his kingly state,<br/> +From me conceal not who thou wast, ere death<br/> +Had loos’d thee; but instruct me: and instruct<br/> +If rightly to the pass I tend; thy words<br/> +The way directing as a safe escort.” +</p> + +<p>“I was of Lombardy, and Marco call’d:<br/> +Not inexperienc’d of the world, that worth<br/> +I still affected, from which all have turn’d<br/> +The nerveless bow aside. Thy course tends right<br/> +Unto the summit:” and, replying thus,<br/> +He added, “I beseech thee pray for me,<br/> +When thou shalt come aloft.” And I to him:<br/> +“Accept my faith for pledge I will perform<br/> +What thou requirest. Yet one doubt remains,<br/> +That wrings me sorely, if I solve it not,<br/> +Singly before it urg’d me, doubled now<br/> +By thine opinion, when I couple that<br/> +With one elsewhere declar’d, each strength’ning other.<br/> +The world indeed is even so forlorn<br/> +Of all good as thou speak’st it and so swarms<br/> +With every evil. Yet, beseech thee, point<br/> +The cause out to me, that myself may see,<br/> +And unto others show it: for in heaven<br/> +One places it, and one on earth below.” +</p> + +<p>Then heaving forth a deep and audible sigh,<br/> +“Brother!” he thus began, “the world is blind;<br/> +And thou in truth com’st from it. Ye, who live,<br/> +Do so each cause refer to heav’n above,<br/> +E’en as its motion of necessity<br/> +Drew with it all that moves. If this were so,<br/> +Free choice in you were none; nor justice would<br/> +There should be joy for virtue, woe for ill.<br/> +Your movements have their primal bent from heaven;<br/> +Not all; yet said I all; what then ensues?<br/> +Light have ye still to follow evil or good,<br/> +And of the will free power, which, if it stand<br/> +Firm and unwearied in Heav’n’s first assay,<br/> +Conquers at last, so it be cherish’d well,<br/> +Triumphant over all. To mightier force,<br/> +To better nature subject, ye abide<br/> +Free, not constrain’d by that, which forms in you<br/> +The reasoning mind uninfluenc’d of the stars.<br/> +If then the present race of mankind err,<br/> +Seek in yourselves the cause, and find it there.<br/> +Herein thou shalt confess me no false spy. +</p> + +<p>“Forth from his plastic hand, who charm’d beholds<br/> +Her image ere she yet exist, the soul<br/> +Comes like a babe, that wantons sportively<br/> +Weeping and laughing in its wayward moods,<br/> +As artless and as ignorant of aught,<br/> +Save that her Maker being one who dwells<br/> +With gladness ever, willingly she turns<br/> +To whate’er yields her joy. Of some slight good<br/> +The flavour soon she tastes; and, snar’d by that,<br/> +With fondness she pursues it, if no guide<br/> +Recall, no rein direct her wand’ring course.<br/> +Hence it behov’d, the law should be a curb;<br/> +A sovereign hence behov’d, whose piercing view<br/> +Might mark at least the fortress and main tower<br/> +Of the true city. Laws indeed there are:<br/> +But who is he observes them? None; not he,<br/> +Who goes before, the shepherd of the flock,<br/> +Who chews the cud but doth not cleave the hoof.<br/> +Therefore the multitude, who see their guide<br/> +Strike at the very good they covet most,<br/> +Feed there and look no further. Thus the cause<br/> +Is not corrupted nature in yourselves,<br/> +But ill-conducting, that hath turn’d the world<br/> +To evil. Rome, that turn’d it unto good,<br/> +Was wont to boast two suns, whose several beams<br/> +Cast light on either way, the world’s and God’s.<br/> +One since hath quench’d the other; and the sword<br/> +Is grafted on the crook; and so conjoin’d<br/> +Each must perforce decline to worse, unaw’d<br/> +By fear of other. If thou doubt me, mark<br/> +The blade: each herb is judg’d of by its seed.<br/> +That land, through which Adice and the Po<br/> +Their waters roll, was once the residence<br/> +Of courtesy and velour, ere the day,<br/> +That frown’d on Frederick; now secure may pass<br/> +Those limits, whosoe’er hath left, for shame,<br/> +To talk with good men, or come near their haunts.<br/> +Three aged ones are still found there, in whom<br/> +The old time chides the new: these deem it long<br/> +Ere God restore them to a better world:<br/> +The good Gherardo, of Palazzo he<br/> +Conrad, and Guido of Castello, nam’d<br/> +In Gallic phrase more fitly the plain Lombard.<br/> +On this at last conclude. The church of Rome,<br/> +Mixing two governments that ill assort,<br/> +Hath miss’d her footing, fall’n into the mire,<br/> +And there herself and burden much defil’d.” +</p> + +<p>“O Marco!” I replied, shine arguments<br/> +Convince me: and the cause I now discern<br/> +Why of the heritage no portion came<br/> +To Levi’s offspring. But resolve me this<br/> +Who that Gherardo is, that as thou sayst<br/> +Is left a sample of the perish’d race,<br/> +And for rebuke to this untoward age?” +</p> + +<p>“Either thy words,” said he, “deceive; or else<br/> +Are meant to try me; that thou, speaking Tuscan,<br/> +Appear’st not to have heard of good Gherado;<br/> +The sole addition that, by which I know him;<br/> +Unless I borrow’d from his daughter Gaia<br/> +Another name to grace him. God be with you.<br/> +I bear you company no more. Behold<br/> +The dawn with white ray glimm’ring through the mist.<br/> +I must away—the angel comes—ere he<br/> +Appear.” He said, and would not hear me more. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="cantoII.XVII"></a>CANTO XVII</h2> + +<p>Call to remembrance, reader, if thou e’er<br/> +Hast, on a mountain top, been ta’en by cloud,<br/> +Through which thou saw’st no better, than the mole<br/> +Doth through opacous membrane; then, whene’er<br/> +The wat’ry vapours dense began to melt<br/> +Into thin air, how faintly the sun’s sphere<br/> +Seem’d wading through them; so thy nimble thought<br/> +May image, how at first I re-beheld<br/> +The sun, that bedward now his couch o’erhung. +</p> + +<p>Thus with my leader’s feet still equaling pace<br/> +From forth that cloud I came, when now expir’d<br/> +The parting beams from off the nether shores. +</p> + +<p>O quick and forgetive power! that sometimes dost<br/> +So rob us of ourselves, we take no mark<br/> +Though round about us thousand trumpets clang!<br/> +What moves thee, if the senses stir not? Light<br/> +Kindled in heav’n, spontaneous, self-inform’d,<br/> +Or likelier gliding down with swift illapse<br/> +By will divine. Portray’d before me came<br/> +The traces of her dire impiety,<br/> +Whose form was chang’d into the bird, that most<br/> +Delights itself in song: and here my mind<br/> +Was inwardly so wrapt, it gave no place<br/> +To aught that ask’d admittance from without. +</p> + +<p>Next shower’d into my fantasy a shape<br/> +As of one crucified, whose visage spake<br/> +Fell rancour, malice deep, wherein he died;<br/> +And round him Ahasuerus the great king,<br/> +Esther his bride, and Mordecai the just,<br/> +Blameless in word and deed. As of itself<br/> +That unsubstantial coinage of the brain<br/> +Burst, like a bubble, Which the water fails<br/> +That fed it; in my vision straight uprose<br/> +A damsel weeping loud, and cried, “O queen!<br/> +O mother! wherefore has intemperate ire<br/> +Driv’n thee to loath thy being? Not to lose<br/> +Lavinia, desp’rate thou hast slain thyself.<br/> +Now hast thou lost me. I am she, whose tears<br/> +Mourn, ere I fall, a mother’s timeless end.” +</p> + +<p>E’en as a sleep breaks off, if suddenly<br/> +New radiance strike upon the closed lids,<br/> +The broken slumber quivering ere it dies;<br/> +Thus from before me sunk that imagery<br/> +Vanishing, soon as on my face there struck<br/> +The light, outshining far our earthly beam.<br/> +As round I turn’d me to survey what place<br/> +I had arriv’d at, “Here ye mount,” exclaim’d<br/> +A voice, that other purpose left me none,<br/> +Save will so eager to behold who spake,<br/> +I could not choose but gaze. As ’fore the sun,<br/> +That weighs our vision down, and veils his form<br/> +In light transcendent, thus my virtue fail’d<br/> +Unequal. “This is Spirit from above,<br/> +Who marshals us our upward way, unsought;<br/> +And in his own light shrouds him. As a man<br/> +Doth for himself, so now is done for us.<br/> +For whoso waits imploring, yet sees need<br/> +Of his prompt aidance, sets himself prepar’d<br/> +For blunt denial, ere the suit be made.<br/> +Refuse we not to lend a ready foot<br/> +At such inviting: haste we to ascend,<br/> +Before it darken: for we may not then,<br/> +Till morn again return.” So spake my guide;<br/> +And to one ladder both address’d our steps;<br/> +And the first stair approaching, I perceiv’d<br/> +Near me as ’twere the waving of a wing,<br/> +That fann’d my face and whisper’d: “Blessed they<br/> +The peacemakers: they know not evil wrath.” +</p> + +<p>Now to such height above our heads were rais’d<br/> +The last beams, follow’d close by hooded night,<br/> +That many a star on all sides through the gloom<br/> +Shone out. “Why partest from me, O my strength?”<br/> +So with myself I commun’d; for I felt<br/> +My o’ertoil’d sinews slacken. We had reach’d<br/> +The summit, and were fix’d like to a bark<br/> +Arriv’d at land. And waiting a short space,<br/> +If aught should meet mine ear in that new round,<br/> +Then to my guide I turn’d, and said: “Lov’d sire!<br/> +Declare what guilt is on this circle purg’d.<br/> +If our feet rest, no need thy speech should pause.” +</p> + +<p>He thus to me: “The love of good, whate’er<br/> +Wanted of just proportion, here fulfils.<br/> +Here plies afresh the oar, that loiter’d ill.<br/> +But that thou mayst yet clearlier understand,<br/> +Give ear unto my words, and thou shalt cull<br/> +Some fruit may please thee well, from this delay. +</p> + +<p>“Creator, nor created being, ne’er,<br/> +My son,” he thus began, “was without love,<br/> +Or natural, or the free spirit’s growth.<br/> +Thou hast not that to learn. The natural still<br/> +Is without error; but the other swerves,<br/> +If on ill object bent, or through excess<br/> +Of vigour, or defect. While e’er it seeks<br/> +The primal blessings, or with measure due<br/> +Th’ inferior, no delight, that flows from it,<br/> +Partakes of ill. But let it warp to evil,<br/> +Or with more ardour than behooves, or less.<br/> +Pursue the good, the thing created then<br/> +Works ’gainst its Maker. Hence thou must infer<br/> +That love is germin of each virtue in ye,<br/> +And of each act no less, that merits pain.<br/> +Now since it may not be, but love intend<br/> +The welfare mainly of the thing it loves,<br/> +All from self-hatred are secure; and since<br/> +No being can be thought t’ exist apart<br/> +And independent of the first, a bar<br/> +Of equal force restrains from hating that. +</p> + +<p>“Grant the distinction just; and it remains<br/> +The’ evil must be another’s, which is lov’d.<br/> +Three ways such love is gender’d in your clay.<br/> +There is who hopes (his neighbour’s worth deprest,)<br/> +Preeminence himself, and coverts hence<br/> +For his own greatness that another fall.<br/> +There is who so much fears the loss of power,<br/> +Fame, favour, glory (should his fellow mount<br/> +Above him), and so sickens at the thought,<br/> +He loves their opposite: and there is he,<br/> +Whom wrong or insult seems to gall and shame<br/> +That he doth thirst for vengeance, and such needs<br/> +Must doat on other’s evil. Here beneath<br/> +This threefold love is mourn’d. Of th’ other sort<br/> +Be now instructed, that which follows good<br/> +But with disorder’d and irregular course. +</p> + +<p>“All indistinctly apprehend a bliss<br/> +On which the soul may rest, the hearts of all<br/> +Yearn after it, and to that wished bourn<br/> +All therefore strive to tend. If ye behold<br/> +Or seek it with a love remiss and lax,<br/> +This cornice after just repenting lays<br/> +Its penal torment on ye. Other good<br/> +There is, where man finds not his happiness:<br/> +It is not true fruition, not that blest<br/> +Essence, of every good the branch and root.<br/> +The love too lavishly bestow’d on this,<br/> +Along three circles over us, is mourn’d.<br/> +Account of that division tripartite<br/> +Expect not, fitter for thine own research.” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="cantoII.XVIII"></a>CANTO XVIII</h2> + +<p>The teacher ended, and his high discourse<br/> +Concluding, earnest in my looks inquir’d<br/> +If I appear’d content; and I, whom still<br/> +Unsated thirst to hear him urg’d, was mute,<br/> +Mute outwardly, yet inwardly I said:<br/> +“Perchance my too much questioning offends”<br/> +But he, true father, mark’d the secret wish<br/> +By diffidence restrain’d, and speaking, gave<br/> +Me boldness thus to speak: ‘Master, my Sight<br/> +Gathers so lively virtue from thy beams,<br/> +That all, thy words convey, distinct is seen.<br/> +Wherefore I pray thee, father, whom this heart<br/> +Holds dearest! thou wouldst deign by proof t’ unfold<br/> +That love, from which as from their source thou bring’st<br/> +All good deeds and their opposite.’” He then:<br/> +“To what I now disclose be thy clear ken<br/> +Directed, and thou plainly shalt behold<br/> +How much those blind have err’d, who make themselves<br/> +The guides of men. The soul, created apt<br/> +To love, moves versatile which way soe’er<br/> +Aught pleasing prompts her, soon as she is wak’d<br/> +By pleasure into act. Of substance true<br/> +Your apprehension forms its counterfeit,<br/> +And in you the ideal shape presenting<br/> +Attracts the soul’s regard. If she, thus drawn,<br/> +incline toward it, love is that inclining,<br/> +And a new nature knit by pleasure in ye.<br/> +Then as the fire points up, and mounting seeks<br/> +His birth-place and his lasting seat, e’en thus<br/> +Enters the captive soul into desire,<br/> +Which is a spiritual motion, that ne’er rests<br/> +Before enjoyment of the thing it loves.<br/> +Enough to show thee, how the truth from those<br/> +Is hidden, who aver all love a thing<br/> +Praise-worthy in itself: although perhaps<br/> +Its substance seem still good. Yet if the wax<br/> +Be good, it follows not th’ impression must.”<br/> +“What love is,” I return’d, “thy words, O guide!<br/> +And my own docile mind, reveal. Yet thence<br/> +New doubts have sprung. For from without if love<br/> +Be offer’d to us, and the spirit knows<br/> +No other footing, tend she right or wrong,<br/> +Is no desert of hers.” He answering thus:<br/> +“What reason here discovers I have power<br/> +To show thee: that which lies beyond, expect<br/> +From Beatrice, faith not reason’s task.<br/> +Spirit, substantial form, with matter join’d<br/> +Not in confusion mix’d, hath in itself<br/> +Specific virtue of that union born,<br/> +Which is not felt except it work, nor prov’d<br/> +But through effect, as vegetable life<br/> +By the green leaf. From whence his intellect<br/> +Deduced its primal notices of things,<br/> +Man therefore knows not, or his appetites<br/> +Their first affections; such in you, as zeal<br/> +In bees to gather honey; at the first,<br/> +Volition, meriting nor blame nor praise.<br/> +But o’er each lower faculty supreme,<br/> +That as she list are summon’d to her bar,<br/> +Ye have that virtue in you, whose just voice<br/> +Uttereth counsel, and whose word should keep<br/> +The threshold of assent. Here is the source,<br/> +Whence cause of merit in you is deriv’d,<br/> +E’en as the affections good or ill she takes,<br/> +Or severs, winnow’d as the chaff. Those men<br/> +Who reas’ning went to depth profoundest, mark’d<br/> +That innate freedom, and were thence induc’d<br/> +To leave their moral teaching to the world.<br/> +Grant then, that from necessity arise<br/> +All love that glows within you; to dismiss<br/> +Or harbour it, the pow’r is in yourselves.<br/> +Remember, Beatrice, in her style,<br/> +Denominates free choice by eminence<br/> +The noble virtue, if in talk with thee<br/> +She touch upon that theme.” The moon, well nigh<br/> +To midnight hour belated, made the stars<br/> +Appear to wink and fade; and her broad disk<br/> +Seem’d like a crag on fire, as up the vault<br/> +That course she journey’d, which the sun then warms,<br/> +When they of Rome behold him at his set.<br/> +Betwixt Sardinia and the Corsic isle.<br/> +And now the weight, that hung upon my thought,<br/> +Was lighten’d by the aid of that clear spirit,<br/> +Who raiseth Andes above Mantua’s name.<br/> +I therefore, when my questions had obtain’d<br/> +Solution plain and ample, stood as one<br/> +Musing in dreary slumber; but not long<br/> +Slumber’d; for suddenly a multitude, +</p> + +<p>The steep already turning, from behind,<br/> +Rush’d on. With fury and like random rout,<br/> +As echoing on their shores at midnight heard<br/> +Ismenus and Asopus, for his Thebes<br/> +If Bacchus’ help were needed; so came these<br/> +Tumultuous, curving each his rapid step,<br/> +By eagerness impell’d of holy love. +</p> + +<p>Soon they o’ertook us; with such swiftness mov’d<br/> +The mighty crowd. Two spirits at their head<br/> +Cried weeping; “Blessed Mary sought with haste<br/> +The hilly region. Caesar to subdue<br/> +Ilerda, darted in Marseilles his sting,<br/> +And flew to Spain.”—“Oh tarry not: away;”<br/> +The others shouted; “let not time be lost<br/> +Through slackness of affection. Hearty zeal<br/> +To serve reanimates celestial grace.” +</p> + +<p>“O ye, in whom intenser fervency<br/> +Haply supplies, where lukewarm erst ye fail’d,<br/> +Slow or neglectful, to absolve your part<br/> +Of good and virtuous, this man, who yet lives,<br/> +(Credit my tale, though strange) desires t’ ascend,<br/> +So morning rise to light us. Therefore say<br/> +Which hand leads nearest to the rifted rock?” +</p> + +<p>So spake my guide, to whom a shade return’d:<br/> +“Come after us, and thou shalt find the cleft.<br/> +We may not linger: such resistless will<br/> +Speeds our unwearied course. Vouchsafe us then<br/> +Thy pardon, if our duty seem to thee<br/> +Discourteous rudeness. In Verona I<br/> +Was abbot of San Zeno, when the hand<br/> +Of Barbarossa grasp’d Imperial sway,<br/> +That name, ne’er utter’d without tears in Milan.<br/> +And there is he, hath one foot in his grave,<br/> +Who for that monastery ere long shall weep,<br/> +Ruing his power misus’d: for that his son,<br/> +Of body ill compact, and worse in mind,<br/> +And born in evil, he hath set in place<br/> +Of its true pastor.” Whether more he spake,<br/> +Or here was mute, I know not: he had sped<br/> +E’en now so far beyond us. Yet thus much<br/> +I heard, and in rememb’rance treasur’d it. +</p> + +<p>He then, who never fail’d me at my need,<br/> +Cried, “Hither turn. Lo! two with sharp remorse<br/> +Chiding their sin!” In rear of all the troop<br/> +These shouted: “First they died, to whom the sea<br/> +Open’d, or ever Jordan saw his heirs:<br/> +And they, who with Aeneas to the end<br/> +Endur’d not suffering, for their portion chose<br/> +Life without glory.” Soon as they had fled<br/> +Past reach of sight, new thought within me rose<br/> +By others follow’d fast, and each unlike<br/> +Its fellow: till led on from thought to thought,<br/> +And pleasur’d with the fleeting train, mine eye<br/> +Was clos’d, and meditation chang’d to dream. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="cantoII.XIX"></a>CANTO XIX</h2> + +<p>It was the hour, when of diurnal heat<br/> +No reliques chafe the cold beams of the moon,<br/> +O’erpower’d by earth, or planetary sway<br/> +Of Saturn; and the geomancer sees<br/> +His Greater Fortune up the east ascend,<br/> +Where gray dawn checkers first the shadowy cone;<br/> +When ’fore me in my dream a woman’s shape<br/> +There came, with lips that stammer’d, eyes aslant,<br/> +Distorted feet, hands maim’d, and colour pale. +</p> + +<p>I look’d upon her; and as sunshine cheers<br/> +Limbs numb’d by nightly cold, e’en thus my look<br/> +Unloos’d her tongue, next in brief space her form<br/> +Decrepit rais’d erect, and faded face<br/> +With love’s own hue illum’d. Recov’ring speech<br/> +She forthwith warbling such a strain began,<br/> +That I, how loth soe’er, could scarce have held<br/> +Attention from the song. “I,” thus she sang,<br/> +“I am the Siren, she, whom mariners<br/> +On the wide sea are wilder’d when they hear:<br/> +Such fulness of delight the list’ner feels.<br/> +I from his course Ulysses by my lay<br/> +Enchanted drew. Whoe’er frequents me once<br/> +Parts seldom; so I charm him, and his heart<br/> +Contented knows no void.” Or ere her mouth<br/> +Was clos’d, to shame her at her side appear’d<br/> +A dame of semblance holy. With stern voice<br/> +She utter’d; “Say, O Virgil, who is this?”<br/> +Which hearing, he approach’d, with eyes still bent<br/> +Toward that goodly presence: th’ other seiz’d her,<br/> +And, her robes tearing, open’d her before,<br/> +And show’d the belly to me, whence a smell,<br/> +Exhaling loathsome, wak’d me. Round I turn’d<br/> +Mine eyes, and thus the teacher: “At the least<br/> +Three times my voice hath call’d thee. Rise, begone.<br/> +Let us the opening find where thou mayst pass.” +</p> + +<p>I straightway rose. Now day, pour’d down from high,<br/> +Fill’d all the circuits of the sacred mount;<br/> +And, as we journey’d, on our shoulder smote<br/> +The early ray. I follow’d, stooping low<br/> +My forehead, as a man, o’ercharg’d with thought,<br/> +Who bends him to the likeness of an arch,<br/> +That midway spans the flood; when thus I heard,<br/> +“Come, enter here,” in tone so soft and mild,<br/> +As never met the ear on mortal strand. +</p> + +<p>With swan-like wings dispread and pointing up,<br/> +Who thus had spoken marshal’d us along,<br/> +Where each side of the solid masonry<br/> +The sloping, walls retir’d; then mov’d his plumes,<br/> +And fanning us, affirm’d that those, who mourn,<br/> +Are blessed, for that comfort shall be theirs. +</p> + +<p>“What aileth thee, that still thou look’st to earth?”<br/> +Began my leader; while th’ angelic shape<br/> +A little over us his station took. +</p> + +<p>“New vision,” I replied, “hath rais’d in me<br/> +Surmisings strange and anxious doubts, whereon<br/> +My soul intent allows no other thought<br/> +Or room or entrance.”—“Hast thou seen,” said he,<br/> +“That old enchantress, her, whose wiles alone<br/> +The spirits o’er us weep for? Hast thou seen<br/> +How man may free him of her bonds? Enough.<br/> +Let thy heels spurn the earth, and thy rais’d ken<br/> +Fix on the lure, which heav’n’s eternal King<br/> +Whirls in the rolling spheres.” As on his feet<br/> +The falcon first looks down, then to the sky<br/> +Turns, and forth stretches eager for the food,<br/> +That woos him thither; so the call I heard,<br/> +So onward, far as the dividing rock<br/> +Gave way, I journey’d, till the plain was reach’d. +</p> + +<p>On the fifth circle when I stood at large,<br/> +A race appear’d before me, on the ground<br/> +All downward lying prone and weeping sore.<br/> +“My soul hath cleaved to the dust,” I heard<br/> +With sighs so deep, they well nigh choak’d the words.<br/> +“O ye elect of God, whose penal woes<br/> +Both hope and justice mitigate, direct<br/> +Tow’rds the steep rising our uncertain way.” +</p> + +<p>“If ye approach secure from this our doom,<br/> +Prostration—and would urge your course with speed,<br/> +See that ye still to rightward keep the brink.” +</p> + +<p>So them the bard besought; and such the words,<br/> +Beyond us some short space, in answer came. +</p> + +<p>I noted what remain’d yet hidden from them:<br/> +Thence to my liege’s eyes mine eyes I bent,<br/> +And he, forthwith interpreting their suit,<br/> +Beckon’d his glad assent. Free then to act,<br/> +As pleas’d me, I drew near, and took my stand<br/> +O`er that shade, whose words I late had mark’d.<br/> +And, “Spirit!” I said, “in whom repentant tears<br/> +Mature that blessed hour, when thou with God<br/> +Shalt find acceptance, for a while suspend<br/> +For me that mightier care. Say who thou wast,<br/> +Why thus ye grovel on your bellies prone,<br/> +And if in aught ye wish my service there,<br/> +Whence living I am come.” He answering spake<br/> +“The cause why Heav’n our back toward his cope<br/> +Reverses, shalt thou know: but me know first<br/> +The successor of Peter, and the name<br/> +And title of my lineage from that stream,<br/> +That’ twixt Chiaveri and Siestri draws<br/> +His limpid waters through the lowly glen.<br/> +A month and little more by proof I learnt,<br/> +With what a weight that robe of sov’reignty<br/> +Upon his shoulder rests, who from the mire<br/> +Would guard it: that each other fardel seems<br/> +But feathers in the balance. Late, alas!<br/> +Was my conversion: but when I became<br/> +Rome’s pastor, I discern’d at once the dream<br/> +And cozenage of life, saw that the heart<br/> +Rested not there, and yet no prouder height<br/> +Lur’d on the climber: wherefore, of that life<br/> +No more enamour’d, in my bosom love<br/> +Of purer being kindled. For till then<br/> +I was a soul in misery, alienate<br/> +From God, and covetous of all earthly things;<br/> +Now, as thou seest, here punish’d for my doting.<br/> +Such cleansing from the taint of avarice<br/> +Do spirits converted need. This mount inflicts<br/> +No direr penalty. E’en as our eyes<br/> +Fasten’d below, nor e’er to loftier clime<br/> +Were lifted, thus hath justice level’d us<br/> +Here on the earth. As avarice quench’d our love<br/> +Of good, without which is no working, thus<br/> +Here justice holds us prison’d, hand and foot<br/> +Chain’d down and bound, while heaven’s just Lord shall please.<br/> +So long to tarry motionless outstretch’d.” +</p> + +<p>My knees I stoop’d, and would have spoke; but he,<br/> +Ere my beginning, by his ear perceiv’d<br/> +I did him reverence; and “What cause,” said he,<br/> +“Hath bow’d thee thus!”—“Compunction,” I rejoin’d.<br/> +“And inward awe of your high dignity.” +</p> + +<p>“Up,” he exclaim’d, “brother! upon thy feet<br/> +Arise: err not: thy fellow servant I,<br/> +(Thine and all others’) of one Sovran Power.<br/> +If thou hast ever mark’d those holy sounds<br/> +Of gospel truth, ‘nor shall be given ill marriage,’<br/> +Thou mayst discern the reasons of my speech.<br/> +Go thy ways now; and linger here no more.<br/> +Thy tarrying is a let unto the tears,<br/> +With which I hasten that whereof thou spak’st.<br/> +I have on earth a kinswoman; her name<br/> +Alagia, worthy in herself, so ill<br/> +Example of our house corrupt her not:<br/> +And she is all remaineth of me there.” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="cantoII.XX"></a>CANTO XX</h2> + +<p>Ill strives the will, ’gainst will more wise that strives<br/> +His pleasure therefore to mine own preferr’d,<br/> +I drew the sponge yet thirsty from the wave. +</p> + +<p>Onward I mov’d: he also onward mov’d,<br/> +Who led me, coasting still, wherever place<br/> +Along the rock was vacant, as a man<br/> +Walks near the battlements on narrow wall.<br/> +For those on th’ other part, who drop by drop<br/> +Wring out their all-infecting malady,<br/> +Too closely press the verge. Accurst be thou!<br/> +Inveterate wolf! whose gorge ingluts more prey,<br/> +Than every beast beside, yet is not fill’d!<br/> +So bottomless thy maw!—Ye spheres of heaven!<br/> +To whom there are, as seems, who attribute<br/> +All change in mortal state, when is the day<br/> +Of his appearing, for whom fate reserves<br/> +To chase her hence?—With wary steps and slow<br/> +We pass’d; and I attentive to the shades,<br/> +Whom piteously I heard lament and wail; +</p> + +<p>And, ’midst the wailing, one before us heard<br/> +Cry out “O blessed Virgin!” as a dame<br/> +In the sharp pangs of childbed; and “How poor<br/> +Thou wast,” it added, “witness that low roof<br/> +Where thou didst lay thy sacred burden down.<br/> +O good Fabricius! thou didst virtue choose<br/> +With poverty, before great wealth with vice.” +</p> + +<p>The words so pleas’d me, that desire to know<br/> +The spirit, from whose lip they seem’d to come,<br/> +Did draw me onward. Yet it spake the gift<br/> +Of Nicholas, which on the maidens he<br/> +Bounteous bestow’d, to save their youthful prime<br/> +Unblemish’d. “Spirit! who dost speak of deeds<br/> +So worthy, tell me who thou was,” I said,<br/> +“And why thou dost with single voice renew<br/> +Memorial of such praise. That boon vouchsaf’d<br/> +Haply shall meet reward; if I return<br/> +To finish the Short pilgrimage of life,<br/> +Still speeding to its close on restless wing.” +</p> + +<p>“I,” answer’d he, “will tell thee, not for hell,<br/> +Which thence I look for; but that in thyself<br/> +Grace so exceeding shines, before thy time<br/> +Of mortal dissolution. I was root<br/> +Of that ill plant, whose shade such poison sheds<br/> +O’er all the Christian land, that seldom thence<br/> +Good fruit is gather’d. Vengeance soon should come,<br/> +Had Ghent and Douay, Lille and Bruges power;<br/> +And vengeance I of heav’n’s great Judge implore.<br/> +Hugh Capet was I high: from me descend<br/> +The Philips and the Louis, of whom France<br/> +Newly is govern’d; born of one, who ply’d<br/> +The slaughterer’s trade at Paris. When the race<br/> +Of ancient kings had vanish’d (all save one<br/> +Wrapt up in sable weeds) within my gripe<br/> +I found the reins of empire, and such powers<br/> +Of new acquirement, with full store of friends,<br/> +That soon the widow’d circlet of the crown<br/> +Was girt upon the temples of my son,<br/> +He, from whose bones th’ anointed race begins.<br/> +Till the great dower of Provence had remov’d<br/> +The stains, that yet obscur’d our lowly blood,<br/> +Its sway indeed was narrow, but howe’er<br/> +It wrought no evil: there, with force and lies,<br/> +Began its rapine; after, for amends,<br/> +Poitou it seiz’d, Navarre and Gascony.<br/> +To Italy came Charles, and for amends<br/> +Young Conradine an innocent victim slew,<br/> +And sent th’ angelic teacher back to heav’n,<br/> +Still for amends. I see the time at hand,<br/> +That forth from France invites another Charles<br/> +To make himself and kindred better known.<br/> +Unarm’d he issues, saving with that lance,<br/> +Which the arch-traitor tilted with; and that<br/> +He carries with so home a thrust, as rives<br/> +The bowels of poor Florence. No increase<br/> +Of territory hence, but sin and shame<br/> +Shall be his guerdon, and so much the more<br/> +As he more lightly deems of such foul wrong.<br/> +I see the other, who a prisoner late<br/> +Had steps on shore, exposing to the mart<br/> +His daughter, whom he bargains for, as do<br/> +The Corsairs for their slaves. O avarice!<br/> +What canst thou more, who hast subdued our blood<br/> +So wholly to thyself, they feel no care<br/> +Of their own flesh? To hide with direr guilt<br/> +Past ill and future, lo! the flower-de-luce<br/> +Enters Alagna! in his Vicar Christ<br/> +Himself a captive, and his mockery<br/> +Acted again! Lo! to his holy lip<br/> +The vinegar and gall once more applied!<br/> +And he ’twixt living robbers doom’d to bleed!<br/> +Lo! the new Pilate, of whose cruelty<br/> +Such violence cannot fill the measure up,<br/> +With no degree to sanction, pushes on<br/> +Into the temple his yet eager sails! +</p> + +<p>“O sovran Master! when shall I rejoice<br/> +To see the vengeance, which thy wrath well-pleas’d<br/> +In secret silence broods?—While daylight lasts,<br/> +So long what thou didst hear of her, sole spouse<br/> +Of the Great Spirit, and on which thou turn’dst<br/> +To me for comment, is the general theme<br/> +Of all our prayers: but when it darkens, then<br/> +A different strain we utter, then record<br/> +Pygmalion, whom his gluttonous thirst of gold<br/> +Made traitor, robber, parricide: the woes<br/> +Of Midas, which his greedy wish ensued,<br/> +Mark’d for derision to all future times:<br/> +And the fond Achan, how he stole the prey,<br/> +That yet he seems by Joshua’s ire pursued.<br/> +Sapphira with her husband next, we blame;<br/> +And praise the forefeet, that with furious ramp<br/> +Spurn’d Heliodorus. All the mountain round<br/> +Rings with the infamy of Thracia’s king,<br/> +Who slew his Phrygian charge: and last a shout<br/> +Ascends: “Declare, O Crassus! for thou know’st,<br/> +The flavour of thy gold.” The voice of each<br/> +Now high now low, as each his impulse prompts,<br/> +Is led through many a pitch, acute or grave.<br/> +Therefore, not singly, I erewhile rehears’d<br/> +That blessedness we tell of in the day:<br/> +But near me none beside his accent rais’d.” +</p> + +<p>From him we now had parted, and essay’d<br/> +With utmost efforts to surmount the way,<br/> +When I did feel, as nodding to its fall,<br/> +The mountain tremble; whence an icy chill<br/> +Seiz’d on me, as on one to death convey’d.<br/> +So shook not Delos, when Latona there<br/> +Couch’d to bring forth the twin-born eyes of heaven. +</p> + +<p>Forthwith from every side a shout arose<br/> +So vehement, that suddenly my guide<br/> +Drew near, and cried: “Doubt not, while I conduct thee.”<br/> +“Glory!” all shouted (such the sounds mine ear<br/> +Gather’d from those, who near me swell’d the sounds)<br/> +“Glory in the highest be to God.” We stood<br/> +Immovably suspended, like to those,<br/> +The shepherds, who first heard in Bethlehem’s field<br/> +That song: till ceas’d the trembling, and the song<br/> +Was ended: then our hallow’d path resum’d,<br/> +Eying the prostrate shadows, who renew’d<br/> +Their custom’d mourning. Never in my breast<br/> +Did ignorance so struggle with desire<br/> +Of knowledge, if my memory do not err,<br/> +As in that moment; nor through haste dar’d I<br/> +To question, nor myself could aught discern,<br/> +So on I far’d in thoughtfulness and dread. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="cantoII.XXI"></a>CANTO XXI</h2> + +<p>The natural thirst, ne’er quench’d but from the well,<br/> +Whereof the woman of Samaria crav’d,<br/> +Excited: haste along the cumber’d path,<br/> +After my guide, impell’d; and pity mov’d<br/> +My bosom for the ’vengeful deed, though just.<br/> +When lo! even as Luke relates, that Christ<br/> +Appear’d unto the two upon their way,<br/> +New-risen from his vaulted grave; to us<br/> +A shade appear’d, and after us approach’d,<br/> +Contemplating the crowd beneath its feet.<br/> +We were not ware of it; so first it spake,<br/> +Saying, “God give you peace, my brethren!” then<br/> +Sudden we turn’d: and Virgil such salute,<br/> +As fitted that kind greeting, gave, and cried:<br/> +“Peace in the blessed council be thy lot<br/> +Awarded by that righteous court, which me<br/> +To everlasting banishment exiles!” +</p> + +<p>“How!” he exclaim’d, nor from his speed meanwhile<br/> +Desisting, “If that ye be spirits, whom God<br/> +Vouchsafes not room above, who up the height<br/> +Has been thus far your guide?” To whom the bard:<br/> +“If thou observe the tokens, which this man<br/> +Trac’d by the finger of the angel bears,<br/> +’Tis plain that in the kingdom of the just<br/> +He needs must share. But sithence she, whose wheel<br/> +Spins day and night, for him not yet had drawn<br/> +That yarn, which, on the fatal distaff pil’d,<br/> +Clotho apportions to each wight that breathes,<br/> +His soul, that sister is to mine and thine,<br/> +Not of herself could mount, for not like ours<br/> +Her ken: whence I, from forth the ample gulf<br/> +Of hell was ta’en, to lead him, and will lead<br/> +Far as my lore avails. But, if thou know,<br/> +Instruct us for what cause, the mount erewhile<br/> +Thus shook and trembled: wherefore all at once<br/> +Seem’d shouting, even from his wave-wash’d foot.” +</p> + +<p>That questioning so tallied with my wish,<br/> +The thirst did feel abatement of its edge<br/> +E’en from expectance. He forthwith replied,<br/> +“In its devotion nought irregular<br/> +This mount can witness, or by punctual rule<br/> +Unsanction’d; here from every change exempt.<br/> +Other than that, which heaven in itself<br/> +Doth of itself receive, no influence<br/> +Can reach us. Tempest none, shower, hail or snow,<br/> +Hoar frost or dewy moistness, higher falls<br/> +Than that brief scale of threefold steps: thick clouds<br/> +Nor scudding rack are ever seen: swift glance<br/> +Ne’er lightens, nor Thaumantian Iris gleams,<br/> +That yonder often shift on each side heav’n.<br/> +Vapour adust doth never mount above<br/> +The highest of the trinal stairs, whereon<br/> +Peter’s vicegerent stands. Lower perchance,<br/> +With various motion rock’d, trembles the soil:<br/> +But here, through wind in earth’s deep hollow pent,<br/> +I know not how, yet never trembled: then<br/> +Trembles, when any spirit feels itself<br/> +So purified, that it may rise, or move<br/> +For rising, and such loud acclaim ensues.<br/> +Purification by the will alone<br/> +Is prov’d, that free to change society<br/> +Seizes the soul rejoicing in her will.<br/> +Desire of bliss is present from the first;<br/> +But strong propension hinders, to that wish<br/> +By the just ordinance of heav’n oppos’d;<br/> +Propension now as eager to fulfil<br/> +Th’ allotted torment, as erewhile to sin.<br/> +And I who in this punishment had lain<br/> +Five hundred years and more, but now have felt<br/> +Free wish for happier clime. Therefore thou felt’st<br/> +The mountain tremble, and the spirits devout<br/> +Heard’st, over all his limits, utter praise<br/> +To that liege Lord, whom I entreat their joy<br/> +To hasten.” Thus he spake: and since the draught<br/> +Is grateful ever as the thirst is keen,<br/> +No words may speak my fullness of content. +</p> + +<p>“Now,” said the instructor sage, “I see the net<br/> +That takes ye here, and how the toils are loos’d,<br/> +Why rocks the mountain and why ye rejoice.<br/> +Vouchsafe, that from thy lips I next may learn,<br/> +Who on the earth thou wast, and wherefore here<br/> +So many an age wert prostrate.”—“In that time,<br/> +When the good Titus, with Heav’n’s King to help,<br/> +Aveng’d those piteous gashes, whence the blood<br/> +By Judas sold did issue, with the name<br/> +Most lasting and most honour’d there was I<br/> +Abundantly renown’d,” the shade reply’d,<br/> +“Not yet with faith endued. So passing sweet<br/> +My vocal Spirit, from Tolosa, Rome<br/> +To herself drew me, where I merited<br/> +A myrtle garland to inwreathe my brow.<br/> +Statius they name me still. Of Thebes I sang,<br/> +And next of great Achilles: but i’ th’ way<br/> +Fell with the second burthen. Of my flame<br/> +Those sparkles were the seeds, which I deriv’d<br/> +From the bright fountain of celestial fire<br/> +That feeds unnumber’d lamps, the song I mean<br/> +Which sounds Aeneas’ wand’rings: that the breast<br/> +I hung at, that the nurse, from whom my veins<br/> +Drank inspiration: whose authority<br/> +Was ever sacred with me. To have liv’d<br/> +Coeval with the Mantuan, I would bide<br/> +The revolution of another sun<br/> +Beyond my stated years in banishment.” +</p> + +<p>The Mantuan, when he heard him, turn’d to me,<br/> +And holding silence: by his countenance<br/> +Enjoin’d me silence but the power which wills,<br/> +Bears not supreme control: laughter and tears<br/> +Follow so closely on the passion prompts them,<br/> +They wait not for the motions of the will<br/> +In natures most sincere. I did but smile,<br/> +As one who winks; and thereupon the shade<br/> +Broke off, and peer’d into mine eyes, where best<br/> +Our looks interpret. “So to good event<br/> +Mayst thou conduct such great emprize,” he cried,<br/> +“Say, why across thy visage beam’d, but now,<br/> +The lightning of a smile!” On either part<br/> +Now am I straiten’d; one conjures me speak,<br/> +Th’ other to silence binds me: whence a sigh<br/> +I utter, and the sigh is heard. “Speak on;”<br/> +The teacher cried; “and do not fear to speak,<br/> +But tell him what so earnestly he asks.”<br/> +Whereon I thus: “Perchance, O ancient spirit!<br/> +Thou marvel’st at my smiling. There is room<br/> +For yet more wonder. He who guides my ken<br/> +On high, he is that Mantuan, led by whom<br/> +Thou didst presume of men and gods to sing.<br/> +If other cause thou deem’dst for which I smil’d,<br/> +Leave it as not the true one; and believe<br/> +Those words, thou spak’st of him, indeed the cause.” +</p> + +<p>Now down he bent t’ embrace my teacher’s feet;<br/> +But he forbade him: “Brother! do it not:<br/> +Thou art a shadow, and behold’st a shade.”<br/> +He rising answer’d thus: “Now hast thou prov’d<br/> +The force and ardour of the love I bear thee,<br/> +When I forget we are but things of air,<br/> +And as a substance treat an empty shade.” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="cantoII.XXII"></a>CANTO XXII</h2> + +<p>Now we had left the angel, who had turn’d<br/> +To the sixth circle our ascending step,<br/> +One gash from off my forehead raz’d: while they,<br/> +Whose wishes tend to justice, shouted forth:<br/> +“Blessed!” and ended with, “I thirst:” and I,<br/> +More nimble than along the other straits,<br/> +So journey’d, that, without the sense of toil,<br/> +I follow’d upward the swift-footed shades;<br/> +When Virgil thus began: “Let its pure flame<br/> +From virtue flow, and love can never fail<br/> +To warm another’s bosom’ so the light<br/> +Shine manifestly forth. Hence from that hour,<br/> +When ’mongst us in the purlieus of the deep,<br/> +Came down the spirit of Aquinum’s hard,<br/> +Who told of thine affection, my good will<br/> +Hath been for thee of quality as strong<br/> +As ever link’d itself to one not seen.<br/> +Therefore these stairs will now seem short to me.<br/> +But tell me: and if too secure I loose<br/> +The rein with a friend’s license, as a friend<br/> +Forgive me, and speak now as with a friend:<br/> +How chanc’d it covetous desire could find<br/> +Place in that bosom, ’midst such ample store<br/> +Of wisdom, as thy zeal had treasur’d there?” +</p> + +<p>First somewhat mov’d to laughter by his words,<br/> +Statius replied: “Each syllable of thine<br/> +Is a dear pledge of love. Things oft appear<br/> +That minister false matters to our doubts,<br/> +When their true causes are remov’d from sight.<br/> +Thy question doth assure me, thou believ’st<br/> +I was on earth a covetous man, perhaps<br/> +Because thou found’st me in that circle plac’d.<br/> +Know then I was too wide of avarice:<br/> +And e’en for that excess, thousands of moons<br/> +Have wax’d and wan’d upon my sufferings.<br/> +And were it not that I with heedful care<br/> +Noted where thou exclaim’st as if in ire<br/> +With human nature, ‘Why, thou cursed thirst<br/> +Of gold! dost not with juster measure guide<br/> +The appetite of mortals?’ I had met<br/> +The fierce encounter of the voluble rock.<br/> +Then was I ware that with too ample wing<br/> +The hands may haste to lavishment, and turn’d,<br/> +As from my other evil, so from this<br/> +In penitence. How many from their grave<br/> +Shall with shorn locks arise, who living, aye<br/> +And at life’s last extreme, of this offence,<br/> +Through ignorance, did not repent. And know,<br/> +The fault which lies direct from any sin<br/> +In level opposition, here With that<br/> +Wastes its green rankness on one common heap.<br/> +Therefore if I have been with those, who wail<br/> +Their avarice, to cleanse me, through reverse<br/> +Of their transgression, such hath been my lot.” +</p> + +<p>To whom the sovran of the pastoral song:<br/> +“While thou didst sing that cruel warfare wag’d<br/> +By the twin sorrow of Jocasta’s womb,<br/> +From thy discourse with Clio there, it seems<br/> +As faith had not been shine: without the which<br/> +Good deeds suffice not. And if so, what sun<br/> +Rose on thee, or what candle pierc’d the dark<br/> +That thou didst after see to hoist the sail,<br/> +And follow, where the fisherman had led?” +</p> + +<p>He answering thus: “By thee conducted first,<br/> +I enter’d the Parnassian grots, and quaff’d<br/> +Of the clear spring; illumin’d first by thee<br/> +Open’d mine eyes to God. Thou didst, as one,<br/> +Who, journeying through the darkness, hears a light<br/> +Behind, that profits not himself, but makes<br/> +His followers wise, when thou exclaimedst, ‘Lo!<br/> +A renovated world! Justice return’d!<br/> +Times of primeval innocence restor’d!<br/> +And a new race descended from above!’<br/> +Poet and Christian both to thee I owed.<br/> +That thou mayst mark more clearly what I trace,<br/> +My hand shall stretch forth to inform the lines<br/> +With livelier colouring. Soon o’er all the world,<br/> +By messengers from heav’n, the true belief<br/> +Teem’d now prolific, and that word of thine<br/> +Accordant, to the new instructors chim’d.<br/> +Induc’d by which agreement, I was wont<br/> +Resort to them; and soon their sanctity<br/> +So won upon me, that, Domitian’s rage<br/> +Pursuing them, I mix’d my tears with theirs,<br/> +And, while on earth I stay’d, still succour’d them;<br/> +And their most righteous customs made me scorn<br/> +All sects besides. Before I led the Greeks<br/> +In tuneful fiction, to the streams of Thebes,<br/> +I was baptiz’d; but secretly, through fear,<br/> +Remain’d a Christian, and conform’d long time<br/> +To Pagan rites. Five centuries and more,<br/> +T for that lukewarmness was fain to pace<br/> +Round the fourth circle. Thou then, who hast rais’d<br/> +The covering, which did hide such blessing from me,<br/> +Whilst much of this ascent is yet to climb,<br/> +Say, if thou know, where our old Terence bides,<br/> +Caecilius, Plautus, Varro: if condemn’d<br/> +They dwell, and in what province of the deep.”<br/> +“These,” said my guide, “with Persius and myself,<br/> +And others many more, are with that Greek,<br/> +Of mortals, the most cherish’d by the Nine,<br/> +In the first ward of darkness. There ofttimes<br/> +We of that mount hold converse, on whose top<br/> +For aye our nurses live. We have the bard<br/> +Of Pella, and the Teian, Agatho,<br/> +Simonides, and many a Grecian else<br/> +Ingarlanded with laurel. Of thy train<br/> +Antigone is there, Deiphile,<br/> +Argia, and as sorrowful as erst<br/> +Ismene, and who show’d Langia’s wave:<br/> +Deidamia with her sisters there,<br/> +And blind Tiresias’ daughter, and the bride<br/> +Sea-born of Peleus.” Either poet now<br/> +Was silent, and no longer by th’ ascent<br/> +Or the steep walls obstructed, round them cast<br/> +Inquiring eyes. Four handmaids of the day<br/> +Had finish’d now their office, and the fifth<br/> +Was at the chariot-beam, directing still<br/> +Its balmy point aloof, when thus my guide:<br/> +“Methinks, it well behooves us to the brink<br/> +Bend the right shoulder’ circuiting the mount,<br/> +As we have ever us’d.” So custom there<br/> +Was usher to the road, the which we chose<br/> +Less doubtful, as that worthy shade complied. +</p> + +<p>They on before me went; I sole pursued,<br/> +List’ning their speech, that to my thoughts convey’d<br/> +Mysterious lessons of sweet poesy.<br/> +But soon they ceas’d; for midway of the road<br/> +A tree we found, with goodly fruitage hung,<br/> +And pleasant to the smell: and as a fir<br/> +Upward from bough to bough less ample spreads,<br/> +So downward this less ample spread, that none.<br/> +Methinks, aloft may climb. Upon the side,<br/> +That clos’d our path, a liquid crystal fell<br/> +From the steep rock, and through the sprays above<br/> +Stream’d showering. With associate step the bards<br/> +Drew near the plant; and from amidst the leaves<br/> +A voice was heard: “Ye shall be chary of me;”<br/> +And after added: “Mary took more thought<br/> +For joy and honour of the nuptial feast,<br/> +Than for herself who answers now for you.<br/> +The women of old Rome were satisfied<br/> +With water for their beverage. Daniel fed<br/> +On pulse, and wisdom gain’d. The primal age<br/> +Was beautiful as gold; and hunger then<br/> +Made acorns tasteful, thirst each rivulet<br/> +Run nectar. Honey and locusts were the food,<br/> +Whereon the Baptist in the wilderness<br/> +Fed, and that eminence of glory reach’d<br/> +And greatness, which the’ Evangelist records.” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="cantoII.XXIII"></a>CANTO XXIII</h2> + +<p>On the green leaf mine eyes were fix’d, like his<br/> +Who throws away his days in idle chase<br/> +Of the diminutive, when thus I heard<br/> +The more than father warn me: “Son! our time<br/> +Asks thriftier using. Linger not: away.” +</p> + +<p>Thereat my face and steps at once I turn’d<br/> +Toward the sages, by whose converse cheer’d<br/> +I journey’d on, and felt no toil: and lo!<br/> +A sound of weeping and a song: “My lips,<br/> +O Lord!” and these so mingled, it gave birth<br/> +To pleasure and to pain. “O Sire, belov’d!<br/> +Say what is this I hear?” Thus I inquir’d. +</p> + +<p>“Spirits,” said he, “who as they go, perchance,<br/> +Their debt of duty pay.” As on their road<br/> +The thoughtful pilgrims, overtaking some<br/> +Not known unto them, turn to them, and look,<br/> +But stay not; thus, approaching from behind<br/> +With speedier motion, eyed us, as they pass’d,<br/> +A crowd of spirits, silent and devout.<br/> +The eyes of each were dark and hollow: pale<br/> +Their visage, and so lean withal, the bones<br/> +Stood staring thro’ the skin. I do not think<br/> +Thus dry and meagre Erisicthon show’d,<br/> +When pinc’ed by sharp-set famine to the quick. +</p> + +<p>“Lo!” to myself I mus’d, “the race, who lost<br/> +Jerusalem, when Mary with dire beak<br/> +Prey’d on her child.” The sockets seem’d as rings,<br/> +From which the gems were drops. Who reads the name<br/> +Of man upon his forehead, there the M<br/> +Had trac’d most plainly. Who would deem, that scent<br/> +Of water and an apple, could have prov’d<br/> +Powerful to generate such pining want,<br/> +Not knowing how it wrought? While now I stood<br/> +Wond’ring what thus could waste them (for the cause<br/> +Of their gaunt hollowness and scaly rind<br/> +Appear’d not) lo! a spirit turn’d his eyes<br/> +In their deep-sunken cell, and fasten’d then<br/> +On me, then cried with vehemence aloud:<br/> +“What grace is this vouchsaf’d me?” By his looks<br/> +I ne’er had recogniz’d him: but the voice<br/> +Brought to my knowledge what his cheer conceal’d.<br/> +Remembrance of his alter’d lineaments<br/> +Was kindled from that spark; and I agniz’d<br/> +The visage of Forese. “Ah! respect<br/> +This wan and leprous wither’d skin,” thus he<br/> +Suppliant implor’d, “this macerated flesh.<br/> +Speak to me truly of thyself. And who<br/> +Are those twain spirits, that escort thee there?<br/> +Be it not said thou Scorn’st to talk with me.” +</p> + +<p>“That face of thine,” I answer’d him, “which dead<br/> +I once bewail’d, disposes me not less<br/> +For weeping, when I see It thus transform’d.<br/> +Say then, by Heav’n, what blasts ye thus? The whilst<br/> +I wonder, ask not Speech from me: unapt<br/> +Is he to speak, whom other will employs.” +</p> + +<p>He thus: “The water and tee plant we pass’d,<br/> +Virtue possesses, by th’ eternal will<br/> +Infus’d, the which so pines me. Every spirit,<br/> +Whose song bewails his gluttony indulg’d<br/> +Too grossly, here in hunger and in thirst<br/> +Is purified. The odour, which the fruit,<br/> +And spray, that showers upon the verdure, breathe,<br/> +Inflames us with desire to feed and drink.<br/> +Nor once alone encompassing our route<br/> +We come to add fresh fuel to the pain:<br/> +Pain, said Iolace rather: for that will<br/> +To the tree leads us, by which Christ was led<br/> +To call Elias, joyful when he paid<br/> +Our ransom from his vein.” I answering thus:<br/> +“Forese! from that day, in which the world<br/> +For better life thou changedst, not five years<br/> +Have circled. If the power of sinning more<br/> +Were first concluded in thee, ere thou knew’st<br/> +That kindly grief, which re-espouses us<br/> +To God, how hither art thou come so soon?<br/> +I thought to find thee lower, there, where time<br/> +Is recompense for time.” He straight replied:<br/> +“To drink up the sweet wormwood of affliction<br/> +I have been brought thus early by the tears<br/> +Stream’d down my Nella’s cheeks. Her prayers devout,<br/> +Her sighs have drawn me from the coast, where oft<br/> +Expectance lingers, and have set me free<br/> +From th’ other circles. In the sight of God<br/> +So much the dearer is my widow priz’d,<br/> +She whom I lov’d so fondly, as she ranks<br/> +More singly eminent for virtuous deeds.<br/> +The tract most barb’rous of Sardinia’s isle,<br/> +Hath dames more chaste and modester by far<br/> +Than that wherein I left her. O sweet brother!<br/> +What wouldst thou have me say? A time to come<br/> +Stands full within my view, to which this hour<br/> +Shall not be counted of an ancient date,<br/> +When from the pulpit shall be loudly warn’d<br/> +Th’ unblushing dames of Florence, lest they bare<br/> +Unkerchief’d bosoms to the common gaze.<br/> +What savage women hath the world e’er seen,<br/> +What Saracens, for whom there needed scourge<br/> +Of spiritual or other discipline,<br/> +To force them walk with cov’ring on their limbs!<br/> +But did they see, the shameless ones, that Heav’n<br/> +Wafts on swift wing toward them, while I speak,<br/> +Their mouths were op’d for howling: they shall taste<br/> +Of Borrow (unless foresight cheat me here)<br/> +Or ere the cheek of him be cloth’d with down<br/> +Who is now rock’d with lullaby asleep.<br/> +Ah! now, my brother, hide thyself no more,<br/> +Thou seest how not I alone but all<br/> +Gaze, where thou veil’st the intercepted sun.” +</p> + +<p>Whence I replied: “If thou recall to mind<br/> +What we were once together, even yet<br/> +Remembrance of those days may grieve thee sore.<br/> +That I forsook that life, was due to him<br/> +Who there precedes me, some few evenings past,<br/> +When she was round, who shines with sister lamp<br/> +To his, that glisters yonder,” and I show’d<br/> +The sun. “Tis he, who through profoundest night<br/> +Of he true dead has brought me, with this flesh<br/> +As true, that follows. From that gloom the aid<br/> +Of his sure comfort drew me on to climb,<br/> +And climbing wind along this mountain-steep,<br/> +Which rectifies in you whate’er the world<br/> +Made crooked and deprav’d I have his word,<br/> +That he will bear me company as far<br/> +As till I come where Beatrice dwells:<br/> +But there must leave me. Virgil is that spirit,<br/> +Who thus hath promis’d,” and I pointed to him;<br/> +“The other is that shade, for whom so late<br/> +Your realm, as he arose, exulting shook<br/> +Through every pendent cliff and rocky bound.” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="cantoII.XXIV"></a>CANTO XXIV</h2> + +<p>Our journey was not slacken’d by our talk,<br/> +Nor yet our talk by journeying. Still we spake,<br/> +And urg’d our travel stoutly, like a ship<br/> +When the wind sits astern. The shadowy forms, +</p> + +<p>That seem’d things dead and dead again, drew in<br/> +At their deep-delved orbs rare wonder of me,<br/> +Perceiving I had life; and I my words<br/> +Continued, and thus spake; “He journeys up<br/> +Perhaps more tardily then else he would,<br/> +For others’ sake. But tell me, if thou know’st,<br/> +Where is Piccarda? Tell me, if I see<br/> +Any of mark, among this multitude,<br/> +Who eye me thus.”—“My sister (she for whom,<br/> +’Twixt beautiful and good I cannot say<br/> +Which name was fitter ) wears e’en now her crown,<br/> +And triumphs in Olympus.” Saying this,<br/> +He added: “Since spare diet hath so worn<br/> +Our semblance out, ’tis lawful here to name<br/> +Each one. This,” and his finger then he rais’d,<br/> +“Is Buonaggiuna,—Buonaggiuna, he<br/> +Of Lucca: and that face beyond him, pierc’d<br/> +Unto a leaner fineness than the rest,<br/> +Had keeping of the church: he was of Tours,<br/> +And purges by wan abstinence away<br/> +Bolsena’s eels and cups of muscadel.” +</p> + +<p>He show’d me many others, one by one,<br/> +And all, as they were nam’d, seem’d well content;<br/> +For no dark gesture I discern’d in any.<br/> +I saw through hunger Ubaldino grind<br/> +His teeth on emptiness; and Boniface,<br/> +That wav’d the crozier o’er a num’rous flock.<br/> +I saw the Marquis, who tad time erewhile<br/> +To swill at Forli with less drought, yet so<br/> +Was one ne’er sated. I howe’er, like him,<br/> +That gazing ’midst a crowd, singles out one,<br/> +So singled him of Lucca; for methought<br/> +Was none amongst them took such note of me.<br/> +Somewhat I heard him whisper of Gentucca:<br/> +The sound was indistinct, and murmur’d there,<br/> +Where justice, that so strips them, fix’d her sting. +</p> + +<p>“Spirit!” said I, “it seems as thou wouldst fain<br/> +Speak with me. Let me hear thee. Mutual wish<br/> +To converse prompts, which let us both indulge.” +</p> + +<p>He, answ’ring, straight began: “Woman is born,<br/> +Whose brow no wimple shades yet, that shall make<br/> +My city please thee, blame it as they may.<br/> +Go then with this forewarning. If aught false<br/> +My whisper too implied, th’ event shall tell<br/> +But say, if of a truth I see the man<br/> +Of that new lay th’ inventor, which begins<br/> +With ‘Ladies, ye that con the lore of love’.” +</p> + +<p>To whom I thus: “Count of me but as one<br/> +Who am the scribe of love; that, when he breathes,<br/> +Take up my pen, and, as he dictates, write.” +</p> + +<p>“Brother!” said he, “the hind’rance which once held<br/> +The notary with Guittone and myself,<br/> +Short of that new and sweeter style I hear,<br/> +Is now disclos’d. I see how ye your plumes<br/> +Stretch, as th’ inditer guides them; which, no question,<br/> +Ours did not. He that seeks a grace beyond,<br/> +Sees not the distance parts one style from other.”<br/> +And, as contented, here he held his peace. +</p> + +<p>Like as the bird, that winter near the Nile,<br/> +In squared regiment direct their course,<br/> +Then stretch themselves in file for speedier flight;<br/> +Thus all the tribe of spirits, as they turn’d<br/> +Their visage, faster deaf, nimble alike<br/> +Through leanness and desire. And as a man,<br/> +Tir’d With the motion of a trotting steed,<br/> +Slacks pace, and stays behind his company,<br/> +Till his o’erbreathed lungs keep temperate time;<br/> +E’en so Forese let that holy crew<br/> +Proceed, behind them lingering at my side,<br/> +And saying: “When shall I again behold thee?” +</p> + +<p>“How long my life may last,” said I, “I know not;<br/> +This know, how soon soever I return,<br/> +My wishes will before me have arriv’d.<br/> +Sithence the place, where I am set to live,<br/> +Is, day by day, more scoop’d of all its good,<br/> +And dismal ruin seems to threaten it.” +</p> + +<p>“Go now,” he cried: “lo! he, whose guilt is most,<br/> +Passes before my vision, dragg’d at heels<br/> +Of an infuriate beast. Toward the vale,<br/> +Where guilt hath no redemption, on it speeds,<br/> +Each step increasing swiftness on the last;<br/> +Until a blow it strikes, that leaveth him<br/> +A corse most vilely shatter’d. No long space<br/> +Those wheels have yet to roll” (therewith his eyes<br/> +Look’d up to heav’n) “ere thou shalt plainly see<br/> +That which my words may not more plainly tell.<br/> +I quit thee: time is precious here: I lose<br/> +Too much, thus measuring my pace with shine.” +</p> + +<p>As from a troop of well-rank’d chivalry<br/> +One knight, more enterprising than the rest,<br/> +Pricks forth at gallop, eager to display<br/> +His prowess in the first encounter prov’d<br/> +So parted he from us with lengthen’d strides,<br/> +And left me on the way with those twain spirits,<br/> +Who were such mighty marshals of the world. +</p> + +<p>When he beyond us had so fled mine eyes<br/> +No nearer reach’d him, than my thought his words,<br/> +The branches of another fruit, thick hung,<br/> +And blooming fresh, appear’d. E’en as our steps<br/> +Turn’d thither, not far off it rose to view.<br/> +Beneath it were a multitude, that rais’d<br/> +Their hands, and shouted forth I know not What<br/> +Unto the boughs; like greedy and fond brats,<br/> +That beg, and answer none obtain from him,<br/> +Of whom they beg; but more to draw them on,<br/> +He at arm’s length the object of their wish<br/> +Above them holds aloft, and hides it not. +</p> + +<p>At length, as undeceiv’d they went their way:<br/> +And we approach the tree, who vows and tears<br/> +Sue to in vain, the mighty tree. “Pass on,<br/> +And come not near. Stands higher up the wood,<br/> +Whereof Eve tasted, and from it was ta’en<br/> +this plant.” Such sounds from midst the thickets came.<br/> +Whence I, with either bard, close to the side<br/> +That rose, pass’d forth beyond. “Remember,” next<br/> +We heard, “those noblest creatures of the clouds,<br/> +How they their twofold bosoms overgorg’d<br/> +Oppos’d in fight to Theseus: call to mind<br/> +The Hebrews, how effeminate they stoop’d<br/> +To ease their thirst; whence Gideon’s ranks were thinn’d,<br/> +As he to Midian march’d adown the hills.” +</p> + +<p>Thus near one border coasting, still we heard<br/> +The sins of gluttony, with woe erewhile<br/> +Reguerdon’d. Then along the lonely path,<br/> +Once more at large, full thousand paces on<br/> +We travel’d, each contemplative and mute. +</p> + +<p>“Why pensive journey thus ye three alone?”<br/> +Thus suddenly a voice exclaim’d: whereat<br/> +I shook, as doth a scar’d and paltry beast;<br/> +Then rais’d my head to look from whence it came. +</p> + +<p>Was ne’er, in furnace, glass, or metal seen<br/> +So bright and glowing red, as was the shape<br/> +I now beheld. “If ye desire to mount,”<br/> +He cried, “here must ye turn. This way he goes,<br/> +Who goes in quest of peace.” His countenance<br/> +Had dazzled me; and to my guides I fac’d<br/> +Backward, like one who walks, as sound directs. +</p> + +<p>As when, to harbinger the dawn, springs up<br/> +On freshen’d wing the air of May, and breathes<br/> +Of fragrance, all impregn’d with herb and flowers,<br/> +E’en such a wind I felt upon my front<br/> +Blow gently, and the moving of a wing<br/> +Perceiv’d, that moving shed ambrosial smell;<br/> +And then a voice: “Blessed are they, whom grace<br/> +Doth so illume, that appetite in them<br/> +Exhaleth no inordinate desire,<br/> +Still hung’ring as the rule of temperance wills.” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="cantoII.XXV"></a>CANTO XXV</h2> + +<p>It was an hour, when he who climbs, had need<br/> +To walk uncrippled: for the sun had now<br/> +To Taurus the meridian circle left,<br/> +And to the Scorpion left the night. As one<br/> +That makes no pause, but presses on his road,<br/> +Whate’er betide him, if some urgent need<br/> +Impel: so enter’d we upon our way,<br/> +One before other; for, but singly, none<br/> +That steep and narrow scale admits to climb. +</p> + +<p>E’en as the young stork lifteth up his wing<br/> +Through wish to fly, yet ventures not to quit<br/> +The nest, and drops it; so in me desire<br/> +Of questioning my guide arose, and fell,<br/> +Arriving even to the act, that marks<br/> +A man prepar’d for speech. Him all our haste<br/> +Restrain’d not, but thus spake the sire belov’d:<br/> +Fear not to speed the shaft, that on thy lip<br/> +Stands trembling for its flight. Encourag’d thus<br/> +I straight began: “How there can leanness come,<br/> +Where is no want of nourishment to feed?” +</p> + +<p>“If thou,” he answer’d, “hadst remember’d thee,<br/> +How Meleager with the wasting brand<br/> +Wasted alike, by equal fires consum’d,<br/> +This would not trouble thee: and hadst thou thought,<br/> +How in the mirror your reflected form<br/> +With mimic motion vibrates, what now seems<br/> +Hard, had appear’d no harder than the pulp<br/> +Of summer fruit mature. But that thy will<br/> +In certainty may find its full repose,<br/> +Lo Statius here! on him I call, and pray<br/> +That he would now be healer of thy wound.” +</p> + +<p>“If in thy presence I unfold to him<br/> +The secrets of heaven’s vengeance, let me plead<br/> +Thine own injunction, to exculpate me.”<br/> +So Statius answer’d, and forthwith began:<br/> +“Attend my words, O son, and in thy mind<br/> +Receive them: so shall they be light to clear<br/> +The doubt thou offer’st. Blood, concocted well,<br/> +Which by the thirsty veins is ne’er imbib’d,<br/> +And rests as food superfluous, to be ta’en<br/> +From the replenish’d table, in the heart<br/> +Derives effectual virtue, that informs<br/> +The several human limbs, as being that,<br/> +Which passes through the veins itself to make them.<br/> +Yet more concocted it descends, where shame<br/> +Forbids to mention: and from thence distils<br/> +In natural vessel on another’s blood.<br/> +Then each unite together, one dispos’d<br/> +T’ endure, to act the other, through meet frame<br/> +Of its recipient mould: that being reach’d,<br/> +It ’gins to work, coagulating first;<br/> +Then vivifies what its own substance caus’d<br/> +To bear. With animation now indued,<br/> +The active virtue (differing from a plant<br/> +No further, than that this is on the way<br/> +And at its limit that) continues yet<br/> +To operate, that now it moves, and feels,<br/> +As sea sponge clinging to the rock: and there<br/> +Assumes th’ organic powers its seed convey’d.<br/> +This is the period, son! at which the virtue,<br/> +That from the generating heart proceeds,<br/> +Is pliant and expansive; for each limb<br/> +Is in the heart by forgeful nature plann’d.<br/> +How babe of animal becomes, remains<br/> +For thy consid’ring. At this point, more wise,<br/> +Than thou hast err’d, making the soul disjoin’d<br/> +From passive intellect, because he saw<br/> +No organ for the latter’s use assign’d. +</p> + +<p>“Open thy bosom to the truth that comes.<br/> +Know soon as in the embryo, to the brain,<br/> +Articulation is complete, then turns<br/> +The primal Mover with a smile of joy<br/> +On such great work of nature, and imbreathes<br/> +New spirit replete with virtue, that what here<br/> +Active it finds, to its own substance draws,<br/> +And forms an individual soul, that lives,<br/> +And feels, and bends reflective on itself.<br/> +And that thou less mayst marvel at the word,<br/> +Mark the sun’s heat, how that to wine doth change,<br/> +Mix’d with the moisture filter’d through the vine. +</p> + +<p>“When Lachesis hath spun the thread, the soul<br/> +Takes with her both the human and divine,<br/> +Memory, intelligence, and will, in act<br/> +Far keener than before, the other powers<br/> +Inactive all and mute. No pause allow’d,<br/> +In wond’rous sort self-moving, to one strand<br/> +Of those, where the departed roam, she falls,<br/> +Here learns her destin’d path. Soon as the place<br/> +Receives her, round the plastic virtue beams,<br/> +Distinct as in the living limbs before:<br/> +And as the air, when saturate with showers,<br/> +The casual beam refracting, decks itself<br/> +With many a hue; so here the ambient air<br/> +Weareth that form, which influence of the soul<br/> +Imprints on it; and like the flame, that where<br/> +The fire moves, thither follows, so henceforth<br/> +The new form on the spirit follows still:<br/> +Hence hath it semblance, and is shadow call’d,<br/> +With each sense even to the sight endued:<br/> +Hence speech is ours, hence laughter, tears, and sighs<br/> +Which thou mayst oft have witness’d on the mount<br/> +Th’ obedient shadow fails not to present<br/> +Whatever varying passion moves within us.<br/> +And this the cause of what thou marvel’st at.” +</p> + +<p>Now the last flexure of our way we reach’d,<br/> +And to the right hand turning, other care<br/> +Awaits us. Here the rocky precipice<br/> +Hurls forth redundant flames, and from the rim<br/> +A blast upblown, with forcible rebuff<br/> +Driveth them back, sequester’d from its bound. +</p> + +<p>Behoov’d us, one by one, along the side,<br/> +That border’d on the void, to pass; and I<br/> +Fear’d on one hand the fire, on th’ other fear’d<br/> +Headlong to fall: when thus th’ instructor warn’d:<br/> +“Strict rein must in this place direct the eyes.<br/> +A little swerving and the way is lost.” +</p> + +<p>Then from the bosom of the burning mass,<br/> +“O God of mercy!” heard I sung; and felt<br/> +No less desire to turn. And when I saw<br/> +Spirits along the flame proceeding, I<br/> +Between their footsteps and mine own was fain<br/> +To share by turns my view. At the hymn’s close<br/> +They shouted loud, “I do not know a man;”<br/> +Then in low voice again took up the strain,<br/> +Which once more ended, “To the wood,” they cried,<br/> +“Ran Dian, and drave forth Callisto, stung<br/> +With Cytherea’s poison:” then return’d<br/> +Unto their song; then marry a pair extoll’d,<br/> +Who liv’d in virtue chastely, and the bands<br/> +Of wedded love. Nor from that task, I ween,<br/> +Surcease they; whilesoe’er the scorching fire<br/> +Enclasps them. Of such skill appliance needs<br/> +To medicine the wound, that healeth last. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="cantoII.XXVI"></a>CANTO XXVI</h2> + +<p>While singly thus along the rim we walk’d,<br/> +Oft the good master warn’d me: “Look thou well.<br/> +Avail it that I caution thee.” The sun<br/> +Now all the western clime irradiate chang’d<br/> +From azure tinct to white; and, as I pass’d,<br/> +My passing shadow made the umber’d flame<br/> +Burn ruddier. At so strange a sight I mark’d<br/> +That many a spirit marvel’d on his way. +</p> + +<p>This bred occasion first to speak of me,<br/> +“He seems,” said they, “no insubstantial frame:”<br/> +Then to obtain what certainty they might,<br/> +Stretch’d towards me, careful not to overpass<br/> +The burning pale. “O thou, who followest<br/> +The others, haply not more slow than they,<br/> +But mov’d by rev’rence, answer me, who burn<br/> +In thirst and fire: nor I alone, but these<br/> +All for thine answer do more thirst, than doth<br/> +Indian or Aethiop for the cooling stream.<br/> +Tell us, how is it that thou mak’st thyself<br/> +A wall against the sun, as thou not yet<br/> +Into th’ inextricable toils of death<br/> +Hadst enter’d?” Thus spake one, and I had straight<br/> +Declar’d me, if attention had not turn’d<br/> +To new appearance. Meeting these, there came,<br/> +Midway the burning path, a crowd, on whom<br/> +Earnestly gazing, from each part I view<br/> +The shadows all press forward, sev’rally<br/> +Each snatch a hasty kiss, and then away.<br/> +E’en so the emmets, ’mid their dusky troops,<br/> +Peer closely one at other, to spy out<br/> +Their mutual road perchance, and how they thrive. +</p> + +<p>That friendly greeting parted, ere dispatch<br/> +Of the first onward step, from either tribe<br/> +Loud clamour rises: those, who newly come,<br/> +Shout “Sodom and Gomorrah!” these, “The cow<br/> +Pasiphae enter’d, that the beast she woo’d<br/> +Might rush unto her luxury.” Then as cranes,<br/> +That part towards the Riphaean mountains fly,<br/> +Part towards the Lybic sands, these to avoid<br/> +The ice, and those the sun; so hasteth off<br/> +One crowd, advances th’ other; and resume<br/> +Their first song weeping, and their several shout. +</p> + +<p>Again drew near my side the very same,<br/> +Who had erewhile besought me, and their looks<br/> +Mark’d eagerness to listen. I, who twice<br/> +Their will had noted, spake: “O spirits secure,<br/> +Whene’er the time may be, of peaceful end!<br/> +My limbs, nor crude, nor in mature old age,<br/> +Have I left yonder: here they bear me, fed<br/> +With blood, and sinew-strung. That I no more<br/> +May live in blindness, hence I tend aloft.<br/> +There is a dame on high, who wind for us<br/> +This grace, by which my mortal through your realm<br/> +I bear. But may your utmost wish soon meet<br/> +Such full fruition, that the orb of heaven,<br/> +Fullest of love, and of most ample space,<br/> +Receive you, as ye tell (upon my page<br/> +Henceforth to stand recorded) who ye are,<br/> +And what this multitude, that at your backs<br/> +Have past behind us.” As one, mountain-bred,<br/> +Rugged and clownish, if some city’s walls<br/> +He chance to enter, round him stares agape,<br/> +Confounded and struck dumb; e’en such appear’d<br/> +Each spirit. But when rid of that amaze,<br/> +(Not long the inmate of a noble heart)<br/> +He, who before had question’d, thus resum’d:<br/> +“O blessed, who, for death preparing, tak’st<br/> +Experience of our limits, in thy bark!<br/> +Their crime, who not with us proceed, was that,<br/> +For which, as he did triumph, Caesar heard<br/> +The snout of ‘queen,’ to taunt him. Hence their cry<br/> +Of ‘Sodom,’ as they parted, to rebuke<br/> +Themselves, and aid the burning by their shame.<br/> +Our sinning was Hermaphrodite: but we,<br/> +Because the law of human kind we broke,<br/> +Following like beasts our vile concupiscence,<br/> +Hence parting from them, to our own disgrace<br/> +Record the name of her, by whom the beast<br/> +In bestial tire was acted. Now our deeds<br/> +Thou know’st, and how we sinn’d. If thou by name<br/> +Wouldst haply know us, time permits not now<br/> +To tell so much, nor can I. Of myself<br/> +Learn what thou wishest. Guinicelli I,<br/> +Who having truly sorrow’d ere my last,<br/> +Already cleanse me.” With such pious joy,<br/> +As the two sons upon their mother gaz’d<br/> +From sad Lycurgus rescu’d, such my joy<br/> +(Save that I more represt it) when I heard<br/> +From his own lips the name of him pronounc’d,<br/> +Who was a father to me, and to those<br/> +My betters, who have ever us’d the sweet<br/> +And pleasant rhymes of love. So nought I heard<br/> +Nor spake, but long time thoughtfully I went,<br/> +Gazing on him; and, only for the fire,<br/> +Approach’d not nearer. When my eyes were fed<br/> +By looking on him, with such solemn pledge,<br/> +As forces credence, I devoted me<br/> +Unto his service wholly. In reply<br/> +He thus bespake me: “What from thee I hear<br/> +Is grav’d so deeply on my mind, the waves<br/> +Of Lethe shall not wash it off, nor make<br/> +A whit less lively. But as now thy oath<br/> +Has seal’d the truth, declare what cause impels<br/> +That love, which both thy looks and speech bewray.” +</p> + +<p>“Those dulcet lays,” I answer’d, “which, as long<br/> +As of our tongue the beauty does not fade,<br/> +Shall make us love the very ink that trac’d them.” +</p> + +<p>“Brother!” he cried, and pointed at a shade<br/> +Before him, “there is one, whose mother speech<br/> +Doth owe to him a fairer ornament.<br/> +He in love ditties and the tales of prose<br/> +Without a rival stands, and lets the fools<br/> +Talk on, who think the songster of Limoges<br/> +O’ertops him. Rumour and the popular voice<br/> +They look to more than truth, and so confirm<br/> +Opinion, ere by art or reason taught.<br/> +Thus many of the elder time cried up<br/> +Guittone, giving him the prize, till truth<br/> +By strength of numbers vanquish’d. If thou own<br/> +So ample privilege, as to have gain’d<br/> +Free entrance to the cloister, whereof Christ<br/> +Is Abbot of the college, say to him<br/> +One paternoster for me, far as needs<br/> +For dwellers in this world, where power to sin<br/> +No longer tempts us.” Haply to make way<br/> +For one, that follow’d next, when that was said,<br/> +He vanish’d through the fire, as through the wave<br/> +A fish, that glances diving to the deep. +</p> + +<p>I, to the spirit he had shown me, drew<br/> +A little onward, and besought his name,<br/> +For which my heart, I said, kept gracious room.<br/> +He frankly thus began: “Thy courtesy<br/> +So wins on me, I have nor power nor will<br/> +To hide me. I am Arnault; and with songs,<br/> +Sorely lamenting for my folly past,<br/> +Thorough this ford of fire I wade, and see<br/> +The day, I hope for, smiling in my view.<br/> +I pray ye by the worth that guides ye up<br/> +Unto the summit of the scale, in time<br/> +Remember ye my suff’rings.” With such words<br/> +He disappear’d in the refining flame. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="cantoII.XXVII"></a>CANTO XXVII</h2> + +<p>Now was the sun so station’d, as when first<br/> +His early radiance quivers on the heights,<br/> +Where stream’d his Maker’s blood, while Libra hangs<br/> +Above Hesperian Ebro, and new fires<br/> +Meridian flash on Ganges’ yellow tide. +</p> + +<p>So day was sinking, when the’ angel of God<br/> +Appear’d before us. Joy was in his mien.<br/> +Forth of the flame he stood upon the brink,<br/> +And with a voice, whose lively clearness far<br/> +Surpass’d our human, “Blessed are the pure<br/> +In heart,” he Sang: then near him as we came,<br/> +“Go ye not further, holy spirits!” he cried,<br/> +“Ere the fire pierce you: enter in; and list<br/> +Attentive to the song ye hear from thence.” +</p> + +<p>I, when I heard his saying, was as one<br/> +Laid in the grave. My hands together clasp’d,<br/> +And upward stretching, on the fire I look’d,<br/> +And busy fancy conjur’d up the forms<br/> +Erewhile beheld alive consum’d in flames. +</p> + +<p>Th’ escorting spirits turn’d with gentle looks<br/> +Toward me, and the Mantuan spake: “My son,<br/> +Here torment thou mayst feel, but canst not death.<br/> +Remember thee, remember thee, if I<br/> +Safe e’en on Geryon brought thee: now I come<br/> +More near to God, wilt thou not trust me now?<br/> +Of this be sure: though in its womb that flame<br/> +A thousand years contain’d thee, from thy head<br/> +No hair should perish. If thou doubt my truth,<br/> +Approach, and with thy hands thy vesture’s hem<br/> +Stretch forth, and for thyself confirm belief.<br/> +Lay now all fear, O lay all fear aside.<br/> +Turn hither, and come onward undismay’d.”<br/> +I still, though conscience urg’d’ no step advanc’d. +</p> + +<p>When still he saw me fix’d and obstinate,<br/> +Somewhat disturb’d he cried: “Mark now, my son,<br/> +From Beatrice thou art by this wall<br/> +Divided.” As at Thisbe’s name the eye<br/> +Of Pyramus was open’d (when life ebb’d<br/> +Fast from his veins), and took one parting glance,<br/> +While vermeil dyed the mulberry; thus I turn’d<br/> +To my sage guide, relenting, when I heard<br/> +The name, that springs forever in my breast. +</p> + +<p>He shook his forehead; and, “How long,” he said,<br/> +“Linger we now?” then smil’d, as one would smile<br/> +Upon a child, that eyes the fruit and yields.<br/> +Into the fire before me then he walk’d;<br/> +And Statius, who erewhile no little space<br/> +Had parted us, he pray’d to come behind. +</p> + +<p>I would have cast me into molten glass<br/> +To cool me, when I enter’d; so intense<br/> +Rag’d the conflagrant mass. The sire belov’d,<br/> +To comfort me, as he proceeded, still<br/> +Of Beatrice talk’d. “Her eyes,” saith he,<br/> +“E’en now I seem to view.” From the other side<br/> +A voice, that sang, did guide us, and the voice<br/> +Following, with heedful ear, we issued forth,<br/> +There where the path led upward. “Come,” we heard,<br/> +“Come, blessed of my Father.” Such the sounds,<br/> +That hail’d us from within a light, which shone<br/> +So radiant, I could not endure the view.<br/> +“The sun,” it added, “hastes: and evening comes.<br/> +Delay not: ere the western sky is hung<br/> +With blackness, strive ye for the pass.” Our way<br/> +Upright within the rock arose, and fac’d<br/> +Such part of heav’n, that from before my steps<br/> +The beams were shrouded of the sinking sun. +</p> + +<p>Nor many stairs were overpass, when now<br/> +By fading of the shadow we perceiv’d<br/> +The sun behind us couch’d: and ere one face<br/> +Of darkness o’er its measureless expanse<br/> +Involv’d th’ horizon, and the night her lot<br/> +Held individual, each of us had made<br/> +A stair his pallet: not that will, but power,<br/> +Had fail’d us, by the nature of that mount<br/> +Forbidden further travel. As the goats,<br/> +That late have skipp’d and wanton’d rapidly<br/> +Upon the craggy cliffs, ere they had ta’en<br/> +Their supper on the herb, now silent lie<br/> +And ruminate beneath the umbrage brown,<br/> +While noonday rages; and the goatherd leans<br/> +Upon his staff, and leaning watches them:<br/> +And as the swain, that lodges out all night<br/> +In quiet by his flock, lest beast of prey<br/> +Disperse them; even so all three abode,<br/> +I as a goat and as the shepherds they,<br/> +Close pent on either side by shelving rock. +</p> + +<p>A little glimpse of sky was seen above;<br/> +Yet by that little I beheld the stars<br/> +In magnitude and rustle shining forth<br/> +With more than wonted glory. As I lay,<br/> +Gazing on them, and in that fit of musing,<br/> +Sleep overcame me, sleep, that bringeth oft<br/> +Tidings of future hap. About the hour,<br/> +As I believe, when Venus from the east<br/> +First lighten’d on the mountain, she whose orb<br/> +Seems always glowing with the fire of love,<br/> +A lady young and beautiful, I dream’d,<br/> +Was passing o’er a lea; and, as she came,<br/> +Methought I saw her ever and anon<br/> +Bending to cull the flowers; and thus she sang:<br/> +“Know ye, whoever of my name would ask,<br/> +That I am Leah: for my brow to weave<br/> +A garland, these fair hands unwearied ply.<br/> +To please me at the crystal mirror, here<br/> +I deck me. But my sister Rachel, she<br/> +Before her glass abides the livelong day,<br/> +Her radiant eyes beholding, charm’d no less,<br/> +Than I with this delightful task. Her joy<br/> +In contemplation, as in labour mine.” +</p> + +<p>And now as glimm’ring dawn appear’d, that breaks<br/> +More welcome to the pilgrim still, as he<br/> +Sojourns less distant on his homeward way,<br/> +Darkness from all sides fled, and with it fled<br/> +My slumber; whence I rose and saw my guide<br/> +Already risen. “That delicious fruit,<br/> +Which through so many a branch the zealous care<br/> +Of mortals roams in quest of, shall this day<br/> +Appease thy hunger.” Such the words I heard<br/> +From Virgil’s lip; and never greeting heard<br/> +So pleasant as the sounds. Within me straight<br/> +Desire so grew upon desire to mount,<br/> +Thenceforward at each step I felt the wings<br/> +Increasing for my flight. When we had run<br/> +O’er all the ladder to its topmost round,<br/> +As there we stood, on me the Mantuan fix’d<br/> +His eyes, and thus he spake: “Both fires, my son,<br/> +The temporal and eternal, thou hast seen,<br/> +And art arriv’d, where of itself my ken<br/> +No further reaches. I with skill and art<br/> +Thus far have drawn thee. Now thy pleasure take<br/> +For guide. Thou hast o’ercome the steeper way,<br/> +O’ercome the straighter. Lo! the sun, that darts<br/> +His beam upon thy forehead! lo! the herb,<br/> +The arboreta and flowers, which of itself<br/> +This land pours forth profuse! Will those bright eyes<br/> +With gladness come, which, weeping, made me haste<br/> +To succour thee, thou mayst or seat thee down,<br/> +Or wander where thou wilt. Expect no more<br/> +Sanction of warning voice or sign from me,<br/> +Free of thy own arbitrement to choose,<br/> +Discreet, judicious. To distrust thy sense<br/> +Were henceforth error. I invest thee then<br/> +With crown and mitre, sovereign o’er thyself.” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="cantoII.XXVIII"></a>CANTO XXVIII</h2> + +<p>Through that celestial forest, whose thick shade<br/> +With lively greenness the new-springing day<br/> +Attemper’d, eager now to roam, and search<br/> +Its limits round, forthwith I left the bank,<br/> +Along the champain leisurely my way<br/> +Pursuing, o’er the ground, that on all sides<br/> +Delicious odour breath’d. A pleasant air,<br/> +That intermitted never, never veer’d,<br/> +Smote on my temples, gently, as a wind<br/> +Of softest influence: at which the sprays,<br/> +Obedient all, lean’d trembling to that part<br/> +Where first the holy mountain casts his shade,<br/> +Yet were not so disorder’d, but that still<br/> +Upon their top the feather’d quiristers<br/> +Applied their wonted art, and with full joy<br/> +Welcom’d those hours of prime, and warbled shrill<br/> +Amid the leaves, that to their jocund lays<br/> +inept tenor; even as from branch to branch,<br/> +Along the piney forests on the shore<br/> +Of Chiassi, rolls the gath’ring melody,<br/> +When Eolus hath from his cavern loos’d<br/> +The dripping south. Already had my steps,<br/> +Though slow, so far into that ancient wood<br/> +Transported me, I could not ken the place<br/> +Where I had enter’d, when behold! my path<br/> +Was bounded by a rill, which to the left<br/> +With little rippling waters bent the grass,<br/> +That issued from its brink. On earth no wave<br/> +How clean soe’er, that would not seem to have<br/> +Some mixture in itself, compar’d with this,<br/> +Transpicuous, clear; yet darkly on it roll’d,<br/> +Darkly beneath perpetual gloom, which ne’er<br/> +Admits or sun or moon light there to shine. +</p> + +<p>My feet advanc’d not; but my wond’ring eyes<br/> +Pass’d onward, o’er the streamlet, to survey<br/> +The tender May-bloom, flush’d through many a hue,<br/> +In prodigal variety: and there,<br/> +As object, rising suddenly to view,<br/> +That from our bosom every thought beside<br/> +With the rare marvel chases, I beheld<br/> +A lady all alone, who, singing, went,<br/> +And culling flower from flower, wherewith her way<br/> +Was all o’er painted. “Lady beautiful!<br/> +Thou, who (if looks, that use to speak the heart,<br/> +Are worthy of our trust), with love’s own beam<br/> +Dost warm thee,” thus to her my speech I fram’d:<br/> +“Ah! please thee hither towards the streamlet bend<br/> +Thy steps so near, that I may list thy song.<br/> +Beholding thee and this fair place, methinks,<br/> +I call to mind where wander’d and how look’d<br/> +Proserpine, in that season, when her child<br/> +The mother lost, and she the bloomy spring.” +</p> + +<p>As when a lady, turning in the dance,<br/> +Doth foot it featly, and advances scarce<br/> +One step before the other to the ground;<br/> +Over the yellow and vermilion flowers<br/> +Thus turn’d she at my suit, most maiden-like,<br/> +Valing her sober eyes, and came so near,<br/> +That I distinctly caught the dulcet sound.<br/> +Arriving where the limped waters now<br/> +Lav’d the green sward, her eyes she deign’d to raise,<br/> +That shot such splendour on me, as I ween<br/> +Ne’er glanced from Cytherea’s, when her son<br/> +Had sped his keenest weapon to her heart.<br/> +Upon the opposite bank she stood and smil’d<br/> +through her graceful fingers shifted still<br/> +The intermingling dyes, which without seed<br/> +That lofty land unbosoms. By the stream<br/> +Three paces only were we sunder’d: yet<br/> +The Hellespont, where Xerxes pass’d it o’er,<br/> +(A curb for ever to the pride of man)<br/> +Was by Leander not more hateful held<br/> +For floating, with inhospitable wave<br/> +’Twixt Sestus and Abydos, than by me<br/> +That flood, because it gave no passage thence. +</p> + +<p>“Strangers ye come, and haply in this place,<br/> +That cradled human nature in its birth,<br/> +Wond’ring, ye not without suspicion view<br/> +My smiles: but that sweet strain of psalmody,<br/> +‘Thou, Lord! hast made me glad,’ will give ye light,<br/> +Which may uncloud your minds. And thou, who stand’st<br/> +The foremost, and didst make thy suit to me,<br/> +Say if aught else thou wish to hear: for I<br/> +Came prompt to answer every doubt of thine.” +</p> + +<p>She spake; and I replied: “I know not how<br/> +To reconcile this wave and rustling sound<br/> +Of forest leaves, with what I late have heard<br/> +Of opposite report.” She answering thus:<br/> +“I will unfold the cause, whence that proceeds,<br/> +Which makes thee wonder; and so purge the cloud<br/> +That hath enwraps thee. The First Good, whose joy<br/> +Is only in himself, created man<br/> +For happiness, and gave this goodly place,<br/> +His pledge and earnest of eternal peace.<br/> +Favour’d thus highly, through his own defect<br/> +He fell, and here made short sojourn; he fell,<br/> +And, for the bitterness of sorrow, chang’d<br/> +Laughter unblam’d and ever-new delight.<br/> +That vapours none, exhal’d from earth beneath,<br/> +Or from the waters (which, wherever heat<br/> +Attracts them, follow), might ascend thus far<br/> +To vex man’s peaceful state, this mountain rose<br/> +So high toward the heav’n, nor fears the rage<br/> +Of elements contending, from that part<br/> +Exempted, where the gate his limit bars.<br/> +Because the circumambient air throughout<br/> +With its first impulse circles still, unless<br/> +Aught interpose to cheek or thwart its course;<br/> +Upon the summit, which on every side<br/> +To visitation of th’ impassive air<br/> +Is open, doth that motion strike, and makes<br/> +Beneath its sway th’ umbrageous wood resound:<br/> +And in the shaken plant such power resides,<br/> +That it impregnates with its efficacy<br/> +The voyaging breeze, upon whose subtle plume<br/> +That wafted flies abroad; and th’ other land<br/> +Receiving (as ’tis worthy in itself,<br/> +Or in the clime, that warms it), doth conceive,<br/> +And from its womb produces many a tree<br/> +Of various virtue. This when thou hast heard,<br/> +The marvel ceases, if in yonder earth<br/> +Some plant without apparent seed be found<br/> +To fix its fibrous stem. And further learn,<br/> +That with prolific foison of all seeds,<br/> +This holy plain is fill’d, and in itself<br/> +Bears fruit that ne’er was pluck’d on other soil. +</p> + +<p>“The water, thou behold’st, springs not from vein,<br/> +As stream, that intermittently repairs<br/> +And spends his pulse of life, but issues forth<br/> +From fountain, solid, undecaying, sure;<br/> +And by the will omnific, full supply<br/> +Feeds whatsoe’er On either side it pours;<br/> +On this devolv’d with power to take away<br/> +Remembrance of offence, on that to bring<br/> +Remembrance back of every good deed done.<br/> +From whence its name of Lethe on this part;<br/> +On th’ other Eunoe: both of which must first<br/> +Be tasted ere it work; the last exceeding<br/> +All flavours else. Albeit thy thirst may now<br/> +Be well contented, if I here break off,<br/> +No more revealing: yet a corollary<br/> +I freely give beside: nor deem my words<br/> +Less grateful to thee, if they somewhat pass<br/> +The stretch of promise. They, whose verse of yore<br/> +The golden age recorded and its bliss,<br/> +On the Parnassian mountain, of this place<br/> +Perhaps had dream’d. Here was man guiltless, here<br/> +Perpetual spring and every fruit, and this<br/> +The far-fam’d nectar.” Turning to the bards,<br/> +When she had ceas’d, I noted in their looks<br/> +A smile at her conclusion; then my face<br/> +Again directed to the lovely dame. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="cantoII.XXIX"></a>CANTO XXIX</h2> + +<p>Singing, as if enamour’d, she resum’d<br/> +And clos’d the song, with “Blessed they whose sins<br/> +Are cover’d.” Like the wood-nymphs then, that tripp’d<br/> +Singly across the sylvan shadows, one<br/> +Eager to view and one to ’scape the sun,<br/> +So mov’d she on, against the current, up<br/> +The verdant rivage. I, her mincing step<br/> +Observing, with as tardy step pursued. +</p> + +<p>Between us not an hundred paces trod,<br/> +The bank, on each side bending equally,<br/> +Gave me to face the orient. Nor our way<br/> +Far onward brought us, when to me at once<br/> +She turn’d, and cried: “My brother! look and hearken.”<br/> +And lo! a sudden lustre ran across<br/> +Through the great forest on all parts, so bright<br/> +I doubted whether lightning were abroad;<br/> +But that expiring ever in the spleen,<br/> +That doth unfold it, and this during still<br/> +And waxing still in splendor, made me question<br/> +What it might be: and a sweet melody<br/> +Ran through the luminous air. Then did I chide<br/> +With warrantable zeal the hardihood<br/> +Of our first parent, for that there were earth<br/> +Stood in obedience to the heav’ns, she only,<br/> +Woman, the creature of an hour, endur’d not<br/> +Restraint of any veil: which had she borne<br/> +Devoutly, joys, ineffable as these,<br/> +Had from the first, and long time since, been mine. +</p> + +<p>While through that wilderness of primy sweets<br/> +That never fade, suspense I walk’d, and yet<br/> +Expectant of beatitude more high,<br/> +Before us, like a blazing fire, the air<br/> +Under the green boughs glow’d; and, for a song,<br/> +Distinct the sound of melody was heard. +</p> + +<p>O ye thrice holy virgins! for your sakes<br/> +If e’er I suffer’d hunger, cold and watching,<br/> +Occasion calls on me to crave your bounty.<br/> +Now through my breast let Helicon his stream<br/> +Pour copious; and Urania with her choir<br/> +Arise to aid me: while the verse unfolds<br/> +Things that do almost mock the grasp of thought. +</p> + +<p>Onward a space, what seem’d seven trees of gold,<br/> +The intervening distance to mine eye<br/> +Falsely presented; but when I was come<br/> +So near them, that no lineament was lost<br/> +Of those, with which a doubtful object, seen<br/> +Remotely, plays on the misdeeming sense,<br/> +Then did the faculty, that ministers<br/> +Discourse to reason, these for tapers of gold<br/> +Distinguish, and it th’ singing trace the sound<br/> +“Hosanna.” Above, their beauteous garniture<br/> +Flam’d with more ample lustre, than the moon<br/> +Through cloudless sky at midnight in her full. +</p> + +<p>I turn’d me full of wonder to my guide;<br/> +And he did answer with a countenance<br/> +Charg’d with no less amazement: whence my view<br/> +Reverted to those lofty things, which came<br/> +So slowly moving towards us, that the bride<br/> +Would have outstript them on her bridal day. +</p> + +<p>The lady called aloud: “Why thus yet burns<br/> +Affection in thee for these living, lights,<br/> +And dost not look on that which follows them?” +</p> + +<p>I straightway mark’d a tribe behind them walk,<br/> +As if attendant on their leaders, cloth’d<br/> +With raiment of such whiteness, as on earth<br/> +Was never. On my left, the wat’ry gleam<br/> +Borrow’d, and gave me back, when there I look’d.<br/> +As in a mirror, my left side portray’d. +</p> + +<p>When I had chosen on the river’s edge<br/> +Such station, that the distance of the stream<br/> +Alone did separate me; there I stay’d<br/> +My steps for clearer prospect, and beheld<br/> +The flames go onward, leaving, as they went,<br/> +The air behind them painted as with trail<br/> +Of liveliest pencils! so distinct were mark’d<br/> +All those sev’n listed colours, whence the sun<br/> +Maketh his bow, and Cynthia her zone.<br/> +These streaming gonfalons did flow beyond<br/> +My vision; and ten paces, as I guess,<br/> +Parted the outermost. Beneath a sky<br/> +So beautiful, came foul and-twenty elders,<br/> +By two and two, with flower-de-luces crown’d. +</p> + +<p>All sang one song: “Blessed be thou among<br/> +The daughters of Adam! and thy loveliness<br/> +Blessed for ever!” After that the flowers,<br/> +And the fresh herblets, on the opposite brink,<br/> +Were free from that elected race; as light<br/> +In heav’n doth second light, came after them<br/> +Four animals, each crown’d with verdurous leaf.<br/> +With six wings each was plum’d, the plumage full<br/> +Of eyes, and th’ eyes of Argus would be such,<br/> +Were they endued with life. Reader, more rhymes<br/> +Will not waste in shadowing forth their form:<br/> +For other need no straitens, that in this<br/> +I may not give my bounty room. But read<br/> +Ezekiel; for he paints them, from the north<br/> +How he beheld them come by Chebar’s flood,<br/> +In whirlwind, cloud and fire; and even such<br/> +As thou shalt find them character’d by him,<br/> +Here were they; save as to the pennons; there,<br/> +From him departing, John accords with me. +</p> + +<p>The space, surrounded by the four, enclos’d<br/> +A car triumphal: on two wheels it came<br/> +Drawn at a Gryphon’s neck; and he above<br/> +Stretch’d either wing uplifted, ’tween the midst<br/> +And the three listed hues, on each side three;<br/> +So that the wings did cleave or injure none;<br/> +And out of sight they rose. The members, far<br/> +As he was bird, were golden; white the rest<br/> +With vermeil intervein’d. So beautiful<br/> +A car in Rome ne’er grac’d Augustus pomp,<br/> +Or Africanus’: e’en the sun’s itself<br/> +Were poor to this, that chariot of the sun<br/> +Erroneous, which in blazing ruin fell<br/> +At Tellus’ pray’r devout, by the just doom<br/> +Mysterious of all-seeing Jove. Three nymphs<br/> +at the right wheel, came circling in smooth dance;<br/> +The one so ruddy, that her form had scarce<br/> +Been known within a furnace of clear flame:<br/> +The next did look, as if the flesh and bones<br/> +Were emerald: snow new-fallen seem’d the third. +</p> + +<p>Now seem’d the white to lead, the ruddy now;<br/> +And from her song who led, the others took<br/> +Their treasure, swift or slow. At th’ other wheel,<br/> +A band quaternion, each in purple clad,<br/> +Advanc’d with festal step, as of them one<br/> +The rest conducted, one, upon whose front<br/> +Three eyes were seen. In rear of all this group,<br/> +Two old men I beheld, dissimilar<br/> +In raiment, but in port and gesture like,<br/> +Solid and mainly grave; of whom the one<br/> +Did show himself some favour’d counsellor<br/> +Of the great Coan, him, whom nature made<br/> +To serve the costliest creature of her tribe.<br/> +His fellow mark’d an opposite intent,<br/> +Bearing a sword, whose glitterance and keen edge,<br/> +E’en as I view’d it with the flood between,<br/> +Appall’d me. Next four others I beheld,<br/> +Of humble seeming: and, behind them all,<br/> +One single old man, sleeping, as he came,<br/> +With a shrewd visage. And these seven, each<br/> +Like the first troop were habited, but wore<br/> +No braid of lilies on their temples wreath’d.<br/> +Rather with roses and each vermeil flower,<br/> +A sight, but little distant, might have sworn,<br/> +That they were all on fire above their brow. +</p> + +<p>Whenas the car was o’er against me, straight.<br/> +Was heard a thund’ring, at whose voice it seem’d<br/> +The chosen multitude were stay’d; for there,<br/> +With the first ensigns, made they solemn halt. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="cantoII.XXX"></a>CANTO XXX</h2> + +<p>Soon as the polar light, which never knows<br/> +Setting nor rising, nor the shadowy veil<br/> +Of other cloud than sin, fair ornament<br/> +Of the first heav’n, to duty each one there<br/> +Safely convoying, as that lower doth<br/> +The steersman to his port, stood firmly fix’d;<br/> +Forthwith the saintly tribe, who in the van<br/> +Between the Gryphon and its radiance came,<br/> +Did turn them to the car, as to their rest:<br/> +And one, as if commission’d from above,<br/> +In holy chant thrice shorted forth aloud:<br/> +“Come, spouse, from Libanus!” and all the rest<br/> +Took up the song—At the last audit so<br/> +The blest shall rise, from forth his cavern each<br/> +Uplifting lightly his new-vested flesh,<br/> +As, on the sacred litter, at the voice<br/> +Authoritative of that elder, sprang<br/> +A hundred ministers and messengers<br/> +Of life eternal. “Blessed thou! who com’st!”<br/> +And, “O,” they cried, “from full hands scatter ye<br/> +Unwith’ring lilies;” and, so saying, cast<br/> +Flowers over head and round them on all sides. +</p> + +<p>I have beheld, ere now, at break of day,<br/> +The eastern clime all roseate, and the sky<br/> +Oppos’d, one deep and beautiful serene,<br/> +And the sun’s face so shaded, and with mists<br/> +Attemper’d at lids rising, that the eye<br/> +Long while endur’d the sight: thus in a cloud<br/> +Of flowers, that from those hands angelic rose,<br/> +And down, within and outside of the car,<br/> +Fell showering, in white veil with olive wreath’d,<br/> +A virgin in my view appear’d, beneath<br/> +Green mantle, rob’d in hue of living flame: +</p> + +<p>And o’er my Spirit, that in former days<br/> +Within her presence had abode so long,<br/> +No shudd’ring terror crept. Mine eyes no more<br/> +Had knowledge of her; yet there mov’d from her<br/> +A hidden virtue, at whose touch awak’d,<br/> +The power of ancient love was strong within me. +</p> + +<p>No sooner on my vision streaming, smote<br/> +The heav’nly influence, which years past, and e’en<br/> +In childhood, thrill’d me, than towards Virgil I<br/> +Turn’d me to leftward, panting, like a babe,<br/> +That flees for refuge to his mother’s breast,<br/> +If aught have terrified or work’d him woe:<br/> +And would have cried: “There is no dram of blood,<br/> +That doth not quiver in me. The old flame<br/> +Throws out clear tokens of reviving fire:”<br/> +But Virgil had bereav’d us of himself,<br/> +Virgil, my best-lov’d father; Virgil, he<br/> +To whom I gave me up for safety: nor,<br/> +All, our prime mother lost, avail’d to save<br/> +My undew’d cheeks from blur of soiling tears. +</p> + +<p>“Dante, weep not, that Virgil leaves thee: nay,<br/> +Weep thou not yet: behooves thee feel the edge<br/> +Of other sword, and thou shalt weep for that.” +</p> + +<p>As to the prow or stern, some admiral<br/> +Paces the deck, inspiriting his crew,<br/> +When ’mid the sail-yards all hands ply aloof;<br/> +Thus on the left side of the car I saw,<br/> +(Turning me at the sound of mine own name,<br/> +Which here I am compell’d to register)<br/> +The virgin station’d, who before appeared<br/> +Veil’d in that festive shower angelical. +</p> + +<p>Towards me, across the stream, she bent her eyes;<br/> +Though from her brow the veil descending, bound<br/> +With foliage of Minerva, suffer’d not<br/> +That I beheld her clearly; then with act<br/> +Full royal, still insulting o’er her thrall,<br/> +Added, as one, who speaking keepeth back<br/> +The bitterest saying, to conclude the speech:<br/> +“Observe me well. I am, in sooth, I am<br/> +Beatrice. What! and hast thou deign’d at last<br/> +Approach the mountainnewest not, O man!<br/> +Thy happiness is whole?” Down fell mine eyes<br/> +On the clear fount, but there, myself espying,<br/> +Recoil’d, and sought the greensward: such a weight<br/> +Of shame was on my forehead. With a mien<br/> +Of that stern majesty, which doth surround<br/> +mother’s presence to her awe-struck child,<br/> +She look’d; a flavour of such bitterness<br/> +Was mingled in her pity. There her words<br/> +Brake off, and suddenly the angels sang:<br/> +“In thee, O gracious Lord, my hope hath been:”<br/> +But went no farther than, “Thou Lord, hast set<br/> +My feet in ample room.” As snow, that lies<br/> +Amidst the living rafters on the back<br/> +Of Italy congeal’d when drifted high<br/> +And closely pil’d by rough Sclavonian blasts,<br/> +Breathe but the land whereon no shadow falls,<br/> +And straightway melting it distils away,<br/> +Like a fire-wasted taper: thus was I,<br/> +Without a sigh or tear, or ever these<br/> +Did sing, that with the chiming of heav’n’s sphere,<br/> +Still in their warbling chime: but when the strain<br/> +Of dulcet symphony, express’d for me<br/> +Their soft compassion, more than could the words<br/> +“Virgin, why so consum’st him?” then the ice,<br/> +Congeal’d about my bosom, turn’d itself<br/> +To spirit and water, and with anguish forth<br/> +Gush’d through the lips and eyelids from the heart. +</p> + +<p>Upon the chariot’s right edge still she stood,<br/> +Immovable, and thus address’d her words<br/> +To those bright semblances with pity touch’d:<br/> +“Ye in th’ eternal day your vigils keep,<br/> +So that nor night nor slumber, with close stealth,<br/> +Conveys from you a single step in all<br/> +The goings on of life: thence with more heed<br/> +I shape mine answer, for his ear intended,<br/> +Who there stands weeping, that the sorrow now<br/> +May equal the transgression. Not alone<br/> +Through operation of the mighty orbs,<br/> +That mark each seed to some predestin’d aim,<br/> +As with aspect or fortunate or ill<br/> +The constellations meet, but through benign<br/> +Largess of heav’nly graces, which rain down<br/> +From such a height, as mocks our vision, this man<br/> +Was in the freshness of his being, such,<br/> +So gifted virtually, that in him<br/> +All better habits wond’rously had thriv’d.<br/> +The more of kindly strength is in the soil,<br/> +So much doth evil seed and lack of culture<br/> +Mar it the more, and make it run to wildness.<br/> +These looks sometime upheld him; for I show’d<br/> +My youthful eyes, and led him by their light<br/> +In upright walking. Soon as I had reach’d<br/> +The threshold of my second age, and chang’d<br/> +My mortal for immortal, then he left me,<br/> +And gave himself to others. When from flesh<br/> +To spirit I had risen, and increase<br/> +Of beauty and of virtue circled me,<br/> +I was less dear to him, and valued less.<br/> +His steps were turn’d into deceitful ways,<br/> +Following false images of good, that make<br/> +No promise perfect. Nor avail’d me aught<br/> +To sue for inspirations, with the which,<br/> +I, both in dreams of night, and otherwise,<br/> +Did call him back; of them so little reck’d him,<br/> +Such depth he fell, that all device was short<br/> +Of his preserving, save that he should view<br/> +The children of perdition. To this end<br/> +I visited the purlieus of the dead:<br/> +And one, who hath conducted him thus high,<br/> +Receiv’d my supplications urg’d with weeping.<br/> +It were a breaking of God’s high decree,<br/> +If Lethe should be past, and such food tasted<br/> +Without the cost of some repentant tear.” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="cantoII.XXXI"></a>CANTO XXXI</h2> + +<p>“O Thou!” her words she thus without delay<br/> +Resuming, turn’d their point on me, to whom<br/> +They but with lateral edge seem’d harsh before,<br/> +“Say thou, who stand’st beyond the holy stream,<br/> +If this be true. A charge so grievous needs<br/> +Thine own avowal.” On my faculty<br/> +Such strange amazement hung, the voice expir’d<br/> +Imperfect, ere its organs gave it birth. +</p> + +<p>A little space refraining, then she spake:<br/> +“What dost thou muse on? Answer me. The wave<br/> +On thy remembrances of evil yet<br/> +Hath done no injury.” A mingled sense<br/> +Of fear and of confusion, from my lips<br/> +Did such a “Yea” produce, as needed help<br/> +Of vision to interpret. As when breaks<br/> +In act to be discharg’d, a cross-bow bent<br/> +Beyond its pitch, both nerve and bow o’erstretch’d,<br/> +The flagging weapon feebly hits the mark;<br/> +Thus, tears and sighs forth gushing, did I burst<br/> +Beneath the heavy load, and thus my voice<br/> +Was slacken’d on its way. She straight began:<br/> +“When my desire invited thee to love<br/> +The good, which sets a bound to our aspirings,<br/> +What bar of thwarting foss or linked chain<br/> +Did meet thee, that thou so should’st quit the hope<br/> +Of further progress, or what bait of ease<br/> +Or promise of allurement led thee on<br/> +Elsewhere, that thou elsewhere should’st rather wait?” +</p> + +<p>A bitter sigh I drew, then scarce found voice<br/> +To answer, hardly to these sounds my lips<br/> +Gave utterance, wailing: “Thy fair looks withdrawn,<br/> +Things present, with deceitful pleasures, turn’d<br/> +My steps aside.” She answering spake: “Hadst thou<br/> +Been silent, or denied what thou avow’st,<br/> +Thou hadst not hid thy sin the more: such eye<br/> +Observes it. But whene’er the sinner’s cheek<br/> +Breaks forth into the precious-streaming tears<br/> +Of self-accusing, in our court the wheel<br/> +Of justice doth run counter to the edge.<br/> +Howe’er that thou may’st profit by thy shame<br/> +For errors past, and that henceforth more strength<br/> +May arm thee, when thou hear’st the Siren-voice,<br/> +Lay thou aside the motive to this grief,<br/> +And lend attentive ear, while I unfold<br/> +How opposite a way my buried flesh<br/> +Should have impell’d thee. Never didst thou spy<br/> +In art or nature aught so passing sweet,<br/> +As were the limbs, that in their beauteous frame<br/> +Enclos’d me, and are scatter’d now in dust.<br/> +If sweetest thing thus fail’d thee with my death,<br/> +What, afterward, of mortal should thy wish<br/> +Have tempted? When thou first hadst felt the dart<br/> +Of perishable things, in my departing<br/> +For better realms, thy wing thou should’st have prun’d<br/> +To follow me, and never stoop’d again<br/> +To ’bide a second blow for a slight girl,<br/> +Or other gaud as transient and as vain.<br/> +The new and inexperienc’d bird awaits,<br/> +Twice it may be, or thrice, the fowler’s aim;<br/> +But in the sight of one, whose plumes are full,<br/> +In vain the net is spread, the arrow wing’d.” +</p> + +<p>I stood, as children silent and asham’d<br/> +Stand, list’ning, with their eyes upon the earth,<br/> +Acknowledging their fault and self-condemn’d.<br/> +And she resum’d: “If, but to hear thus pains thee,<br/> +Raise thou thy beard, and lo! what sight shall do!” +</p> + +<p>With less reluctance yields a sturdy holm,<br/> +Rent from its fibers by a blast, that blows<br/> +From off the pole, or from Iarbas’ land,<br/> +Than I at her behest my visage rais’d:<br/> +And thus the face denoting by the beard,<br/> +I mark’d the secret sting her words convey’d. +</p> + +<p>No sooner lifted I mine aspect up,<br/> +Than downward sunk that vision I beheld<br/> +Of goodly creatures vanish; and mine eyes<br/> +Yet unassur’d and wavering, bent their light<br/> +On Beatrice. Towards the animal,<br/> +Who joins two natures in one form, she turn’d,<br/> +And, even under shadow of her veil,<br/> +And parted by the verdant rill, that flow’d<br/> +Between, in loveliness appear’d as much<br/> +Her former self surpassing, as on earth<br/> +All others she surpass’d. Remorseful goads<br/> +Shot sudden through me. Each thing else, the more<br/> +Its love had late beguil’d me, now the more<br/> +I Was loathsome. On my heart so keenly smote<br/> +The bitter consciousness, that on the ground<br/> +O’erpower’d I fell: and what my state was then,<br/> +She knows who was the cause. When now my strength<br/> +Flow’d back, returning outward from the heart,<br/> +The lady, whom alone I first had seen,<br/> +I found above me. “Loose me not,” she cried:<br/> +“Loose not thy hold;” and lo! had dragg’d me high<br/> +As to my neck into the stream, while she,<br/> +Still as she drew me after, swept along,<br/> +Swift as a shuttle, bounding o’er the wave. +</p> + +<p>The blessed shore approaching then was heard<br/> +So sweetly, “Tu asperges me,” that I<br/> +May not remember, much less tell the sound.<br/> +The beauteous dame, her arms expanding, clasp’d<br/> +My temples, and immerg’d me, where ’twas fit<br/> +The wave should drench me: and thence raising up,<br/> +Within the fourfold dance of lovely nymphs<br/> +Presented me so lav’d, and with their arm<br/> +They each did cover me. “Here are we nymphs,<br/> +And in the heav’n are stars. Or ever earth<br/> +Was visited of Beatrice, we<br/> +Appointed for her handmaids, tended on her.<br/> +We to her eyes will lead thee; but the light<br/> +Of gladness that is in them, well to scan,<br/> +Those yonder three, of deeper ken than ours,<br/> +Thy sight shall quicken.” Thus began their song;<br/> +And then they led me to the Gryphon’s breast,<br/> +While, turn’d toward us, Beatrice stood.<br/> +“Spare not thy vision. We have stationed thee<br/> +Before the emeralds, whence love erewhile<br/> +Hath drawn his weapons on thee.” As they spake,<br/> +A thousand fervent wishes riveted<br/> +Mine eyes upon her beaming eyes, that stood<br/> +Still fix’d toward the Gryphon motionless.<br/> +As the sun strikes a mirror, even thus<br/> +Within those orbs the twofold being, shone,<br/> +For ever varying, in one figure now<br/> +Reflected, now in other. Reader! muse<br/> +How wond’rous in my sight it seem’d to mark<br/> +A thing, albeit steadfast in itself,<br/> +Yet in its imag’d semblance mutable. +</p> + +<p>Full of amaze, and joyous, while my soul<br/> +Fed on the viand, whereof still desire<br/> +Grows with satiety, the other three<br/> +With gesture, that declar’d a loftier line,<br/> +Advanc’d: to their own carol on they came<br/> +Dancing in festive ring angelical. +</p> + +<p>“Turn, Beatrice!” was their song: “O turn<br/> +Thy saintly sight on this thy faithful one,<br/> +Who to behold thee many a wearisome pace<br/> +Hath measur’d. Gracious at our pray’r vouchsafe<br/> +Unveil to him thy cheeks: that he may mark<br/> +Thy second beauty, now conceal’d.” O splendour!<br/> +O sacred light eternal! who is he<br/> +So pale with musing in Pierian shades,<br/> +Or with that fount so lavishly imbued,<br/> +Whose spirit should not fail him in th’ essay<br/> +To represent thee such as thou didst seem,<br/> +When under cope of the still-chiming heaven<br/> +Thou gav’st to open air thy charms reveal’d. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="cantoII.XXXII"></a>CANTO XXXII</h2> + +<p>Mine eyes with such an eager coveting,<br/> +Were bent to rid them of their ten years’ thirst,<br/> +No other sense was waking: and e’en they<br/> +Were fenc’d on either side from heed of aught;<br/> +So tangled in its custom’d toils that smile<br/> +Of saintly brightness drew me to itself,<br/> +When forcibly toward the left my sight<br/> +The sacred virgins turn’d; for from their lips<br/> +I heard the warning sounds: “Too fix’d a gaze!” +</p> + +<p>Awhile my vision labor’d; as when late<br/> +Upon the’ o’erstrained eyes the sun hath smote:<br/> +But soon to lesser object, as the view<br/> +Was now recover’d (lesser in respect<br/> +To that excess of sensible, whence late<br/> +I had perforce been sunder’d) on their right<br/> +I mark’d that glorious army wheel, and turn,<br/> +Against the sun and sev’nfold lights, their front.<br/> +As when, their bucklers for protection rais’d,<br/> +A well-rang’d troop, with portly banners curl’d,<br/> +Wheel circling, ere the whole can change their ground:<br/> +E’en thus the goodly regiment of heav’n<br/> +Proceeding, all did pass us, ere the car<br/> +Had slop’d his beam. Attendant at the wheels<br/> +The damsels turn’d; and on the Gryphon mov’d<br/> +The sacred burden, with a pace so smooth,<br/> +No feather on him trembled. The fair dame<br/> +Who through the wave had drawn me, companied<br/> +By Statius and myself, pursued the wheel,<br/> +Whose orbit, rolling, mark’d a lesser arch. +</p> + +<p>Through the high wood, now void (the more her blame,<br/> +Who by the serpent was beguil’d) I past<br/> +With step in cadence to the harmony<br/> +Angelic. Onward had we mov’d, as far<br/> +Perchance as arrow at three several flights<br/> +Full wing’d had sped, when from her station down<br/> +Descended Beatrice. With one voice<br/> +All murmur’d “Adam,” circling next a plant<br/> +Despoil’d of flowers and leaf on every bough.<br/> +Its tresses, spreading more as more they rose,<br/> +Were such, as ’midst their forest wilds for height<br/> +The Indians might have gaz’d at. “Blessed thou!<br/> +Gryphon, whose beak hath never pluck’d that tree<br/> +Pleasant to taste: for hence the appetite<br/> +Was warp’d to evil.” Round the stately trunk<br/> +Thus shouted forth the rest, to whom return’d<br/> +The animal twice-gender’d: “Yea: for so<br/> +The generation of the just are sav’d.”<br/> +And turning to the chariot-pole, to foot<br/> +He drew it of the widow’d branch, and bound<br/> +There left unto the stock whereon it grew. +</p> + +<p>As when large floods of radiance from above<br/> +Stream, with that radiance mingled, which ascends<br/> +Next after setting of the scaly sign,<br/> +Our plants then burgeon, and each wears anew<br/> +His wonted colours, ere the sun have yok’d<br/> +Beneath another star his flamy steeds;<br/> +Thus putting forth a hue, more faint than rose,<br/> +And deeper than the violet, was renew’d<br/> +The plant, erewhile in all its branches bare. +</p> + +<p>Unearthly was the hymn, which then arose.<br/> +I understood it not, nor to the end<br/> +Endur’d the harmony. Had I the skill<br/> +To pencil forth, how clos’d th’ unpitying eyes<br/> +Slumb’ring, when Syrinx warbled, (eyes that paid<br/> +So dearly for their watching,) then like painter,<br/> +That with a model paints, I might design<br/> +The manner of my falling into sleep.<br/> +But feign who will the slumber cunningly;<br/> +I pass it by to when I wak’d, and tell<br/> +How suddenly a flash of splendour rent<br/> +The curtain of my sleep, and one cries out:<br/> +“Arise, what dost thou?” As the chosen three,<br/> +On Tabor’s mount, admitted to behold<br/> +The blossoming of that fair tree, whose fruit<br/> +Is coveted of angels, and doth make<br/> +Perpetual feast in heaven, to themselves<br/> +Returning at the word, whence deeper sleeps<br/> +Were broken, that they their tribe diminish’d saw,<br/> +Both Moses and Elias gone, and chang’d<br/> +The stole their master wore: thus to myself<br/> +Returning, over me beheld I stand<br/> +The piteous one, who cross the stream had brought<br/> +My steps. “And where,” all doubting, I exclaim’d,<br/> +“Is Beatrice?”—“See her,” she replied,<br/> +“Beneath the fresh leaf seated on its root.<br/> +Behold th’ associate choir that circles her.<br/> +The others, with a melody more sweet<br/> +And more profound, journeying to higher realms,<br/> +Upon the Gryphon tend.” If there her words<br/> +Were clos’d, I know not; but mine eyes had now<br/> +Ta’en view of her, by whom all other thoughts<br/> +Were barr’d admittance. On the very ground<br/> +Alone she sat, as she had there been left<br/> +A guard upon the wain, which I beheld<br/> +Bound to the twyform beast. The seven nymphs<br/> +Did make themselves a cloister round about her,<br/> +And in their hands upheld those lights secure<br/> +From blast septentrion and the gusty south. +</p> + +<p>“A little while thou shalt be forester here:<br/> +And citizen shalt be forever with me,<br/> +Of that true Rome, wherein Christ dwells a Roman<br/> +To profit the misguided world, keep now<br/> +Thine eyes upon the car; and what thou seest,<br/> +Take heed thou write, returning to that place.” +</p> + +<p>Thus Beatrice: at whose feet inclin’d<br/> +Devout, at her behest, my thought and eyes,<br/> +I, as she bade, directed. Never fire,<br/> +With so swift motion, forth a stormy cloud<br/> +Leap’d downward from the welkin’s farthest bound,<br/> +As I beheld the bird of Jove descending<br/> +Pounce on the tree, and, as he rush’d, the rind,<br/> +Disparting crush beneath him, buds much more<br/> +And leaflets. On the car with all his might<br/> +He struck, whence, staggering like a ship, it reel’d,<br/> +At random driv’n, to starboard now, o’ercome,<br/> +And now to larboard, by the vaulting waves. +</p> + +<p>Next springing up into the chariot’s womb<br/> +A fox I saw, with hunger seeming pin’d<br/> +Of all good food. But, for his ugly sins<br/> +The saintly maid rebuking him, away<br/> +Scamp’ring he turn’d, fast as his hide-bound corpse<br/> +Would bear him. Next, from whence before he came,<br/> +I saw the eagle dart into the hull<br/> +O’ th’ car, and leave it with his feathers lin’d;<br/> +And then a voice, like that which issues forth<br/> +From heart with sorrow riv’d, did issue forth<br/> +From heav’n, and, “O poor bark of mine!” it cried,<br/> +“How badly art thou freighted!” Then, it seem’d,<br/> +That the earth open’d between either wheel,<br/> +And I beheld a dragon issue thence,<br/> +That through the chariot fix’d his forked train;<br/> +And like a wasp that draggeth back the sting,<br/> +So drawing forth his baleful train, he dragg’d<br/> +Part of the bottom forth, and went his way<br/> +Exulting. What remain’d, as lively turf<br/> +With green herb, so did clothe itself with plumes,<br/> +Which haply had with purpose chaste and kind<br/> +Been offer’d; and therewith were cloth’d the wheels,<br/> +Both one and other, and the beam, so quickly<br/> +A sigh were not breath’d sooner. Thus transform’d,<br/> +The holy structure, through its several parts,<br/> +Did put forth heads, three on the beam, and one<br/> +On every side; the first like oxen horn’d,<br/> +But with a single horn upon their front<br/> +The four. Like monster sight hath never seen.<br/> +O’er it methought there sat, secure as rock<br/> +On mountain’s lofty top, a shameless whore,<br/> +Whose ken rov’d loosely round her. At her side,<br/> +As ’twere that none might bear her off, I saw<br/> +A giant stand; and ever, and anon<br/> +They mingled kisses. But, her lustful eyes<br/> +Chancing on me to wander, that fell minion<br/> +Scourg’d her from head to foot all o’er; then full<br/> +Of jealousy, and fierce with rage, unloos’d<br/> +The monster, and dragg’d on, so far across<br/> +The forest, that from me its shades alone<br/> +Shielded the harlot and the new-form’d brute. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="cantoII.XXXIII"></a>CANTO XXXIII</h2> + +<p>“The heathen, Lord! are come!” responsive thus,<br/> +The trinal now, and now the virgin band<br/> +Quaternion, their sweet psalmody began,<br/> +Weeping; and Beatrice listen’d, sad<br/> +And sighing, to the song’, in such a mood,<br/> +That Mary, as she stood beside the cross,<br/> +Was scarce more chang’d. But when they gave her place<br/> +To speak, then, risen upright on her feet,<br/> +She, with a colour glowing bright as fire,<br/> +Did answer: “Yet a little while, and ye<br/> +Shall see me not; and, my beloved sisters,<br/> +Again a little while, and ye shall see me.” +</p> + +<p>Before her then she marshall’d all the seven,<br/> +And, beck’ning only motion’d me, the dame,<br/> +And that remaining sage, to follow her. +</p> + +<p>So on she pass’d; and had not set, I ween,<br/> +Her tenth step to the ground, when with mine eyes<br/> +Her eyes encounter’d; and, with visage mild,<br/> +“So mend thy pace,” she cried, “that if my words<br/> +Address thee, thou mayst still be aptly plac’d<br/> +To hear them.” Soon as duly to her side<br/> +I now had hasten’d: “Brother!” she began,<br/> +“Why mak’st thou no attempt at questioning,<br/> +As thus we walk together?” Like to those<br/> +Who, speaking with too reverent an awe<br/> +Before their betters, draw not forth the voice<br/> +Alive unto their lips, befell me shell<br/> +That I in sounds imperfect thus began:<br/> +“Lady! what I have need of, that thou know’st,<br/> +And what will suit my need.” She answering thus:<br/> +“Of fearfulness and shame, I will, that thou<br/> +Henceforth do rid thee: that thou speak no more,<br/> +As one who dreams. Thus far be taught of me:<br/> +The vessel, which thou saw’st the serpent break,<br/> +Was and is not: let him, who hath the blame,<br/> +Hope not to scare God’s vengeance with a sop.<br/> +Without an heir for ever shall not be<br/> +That eagle, he, who left the chariot plum’d,<br/> +Which monster made it first and next a prey.<br/> +Plainly I view, and therefore speak, the stars<br/> +E’en now approaching, whose conjunction, free<br/> +From all impediment and bar, brings on<br/> +A season, in the which, one sent from God,<br/> +(Five hundred, five, and ten, do mark him out)<br/> +That foul one, and th’ accomplice of her guilt,<br/> +The giant, both shall slay. And if perchance<br/> +My saying, dark as Themis or as Sphinx,<br/> +Fail to persuade thee, (since like them it foils<br/> +The intellect with blindness) yet ere long<br/> +Events shall be the Naiads, that will solve<br/> +This knotty riddle, and no damage light<br/> +On flock or field. Take heed; and as these words<br/> +By me are utter’d, teach them even so<br/> +To those who live that life, which is a race<br/> +To death: and when thou writ’st them, keep in mind<br/> +Not to conceal how thou hast seen the plant,<br/> +That twice hath now been spoil’d. This whoso robs,<br/> +This whoso plucks, with blasphemy of deed<br/> +Sins against God, who for his use alone<br/> +Creating hallow’d it. For taste of this,<br/> +In pain and in desire, five thousand years<br/> +And upward, the first soul did yearn for him,<br/> +Who punish’d in himself the fatal gust. +</p> + +<p>“Thy reason slumbers, if it deem this height<br/> +And summit thus inverted of the plant,<br/> +Without due cause: and were not vainer thoughts,<br/> +As Elsa’s numbing waters, to thy soul,<br/> +And their fond pleasures had not dyed it dark<br/> +As Pyramus the mulberry, thou hadst seen,<br/> +In such momentous circumstance alone,<br/> +God’s equal justice morally implied<br/> +In the forbidden tree. But since I mark thee<br/> +In understanding harden’d into stone,<br/> +And, to that hardness, spotted too and stain’d,<br/> +So that thine eye is dazzled at my word,<br/> +I will, that, if not written, yet at least<br/> +Painted thou take it in thee, for the cause,<br/> +That one brings home his staff inwreath’d with palm.” +</p> + +<p>I thus: “As wax by seal, that changeth not<br/> +Its impress, now is stamp’d my brain by thee.<br/> +But wherefore soars thy wish’d-for speech so high<br/> +Beyond my sight, that loses it the more,<br/> +The more it strains to reach it?”—“To the end<br/> +That thou mayst know,” she answer’d straight, “the school,<br/> +That thou hast follow’d; and how far behind,<br/> +When following my discourse, its learning halts:<br/> +And mayst behold your art, from the divine<br/> +As distant, as the disagreement is<br/> +’Twixt earth and heaven’s most high and rapturous orb.” +</p> + +<p>“I not remember,” I replied, “that e’er<br/> +I was estrang’d from thee, nor for such fault<br/> +Doth conscience chide me.” Smiling she return’d:<br/> +“If thou canst, not remember, call to mind<br/> +How lately thou hast drunk of Lethe’s wave;<br/> +And, sure as smoke doth indicate a flame,<br/> +In that forgetfulness itself conclude<br/> +Blame from thy alienated will incurr’d.<br/> +From henceforth verily my words shall be<br/> +As naked as will suit them to appear<br/> +In thy unpractis’d view.” More sparkling now,<br/> +And with retarded course the sun possess’d<br/> +The circle of mid-day, that varies still<br/> +As th’ aspect varies of each several clime,<br/> +When, as one, sent in vaward of a troop<br/> +For escort, pauses, if perchance he spy<br/> +Vestige of somewhat strange and rare: so paus’d<br/> +The sev’nfold band, arriving at the verge<br/> +Of a dun umbrage hoar, such as is seen,<br/> +Beneath green leaves and gloomy branches, oft<br/> +To overbrow a bleak and alpine cliff.<br/> +And, where they stood, before them, as it seem’d,<br/> +Tigris and Euphrates both beheld,<br/> +Forth from one fountain issue; and, like friends,<br/> +Linger at parting. “O enlight’ning beam!<br/> +O glory of our kind! beseech thee say<br/> +What water this, which from one source deriv’d<br/> +Itself removes to distance from itself?” +</p> + +<p>To such entreaty answer thus was made:<br/> +“Entreat Matilda, that she teach thee this.” +</p> + +<p>And here, as one, who clears himself of blame<br/> +Imputed, the fair dame return’d: “Of me<br/> +He this and more hath learnt; and I am safe<br/> +That Lethe’s water hath not hid it from him.” +</p> + +<p>And Beatrice: “Some more pressing care<br/> +That oft the memory ’reeves, perchance hath made<br/> +His mind’s eye dark. But lo! where Eunoe cows!<br/> +Lead thither; and, as thou art wont, revive<br/> +His fainting virtue.” As a courteous spirit,<br/> +That proffers no excuses, but as soon<br/> +As he hath token of another’s will,<br/> +Makes it his own; when she had ta’en me, thus<br/> +The lovely maiden mov’d her on, and call’d<br/> +To Statius with an air most lady-like:<br/> +“Come thou with him.” Were further space allow’d,<br/> +Then, Reader, might I sing, though but in part,<br/> +That beverage, with whose sweetness I had ne’er<br/> +Been sated. But, since all the leaves are full,<br/> +Appointed for this second strain, mine art<br/> +With warning bridle checks me. I return’d<br/> +From the most holy wave, regenerate,<br/> +If ’en as new plants renew’d with foliage new,<br/> +Pure and made apt for mounting to the stars. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 1006 ***</div> +</body> + +</html> + |