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“O Thou who art beyond the sacred river,"

Turning to me the point of her discourse,

That edgewise even had seemed to me so keen, She recommenced, continuing without pause,

“Say, say if this be true ; to such a charge,

Thy own confession needs must be conjoined.” My faculties were in so great confusion,

That the voice moved, but sooner was extinct

Than by its organs it was set at large.
Awhile she waited; then she said : “What thinkest ?

Answer me; for the mournful memories

In thee not yet are by the waters injured.” Confusion and dismay together mingled

Forced such a Yes ! from out my mouth, that sight

Was needful to the understanding of it.
Even as a cross-bow breaks, when 'tis discharged

Too tensely drawn the bowstring and the bow,

And with less force the arrow hits the mark, So I gave way beneath that heavy burden,

Outpouring in a torrent tears and sighs,

And the voice flagged upon its passage forth. Whence she to me: “In those desires of mine

Which led thee to the loving of that good,

Beyond which there is nothing to aspire to, What trenches lying traverse or what chains

Didst thou discover, that of passing onward

Thou shouldst have thus despoiled thee of the hope ? And what allurements or what vantages

Upon the forehead of the others showed,

That thou shouldst turn thy footsteps unto them?” After the heaving of a bitter sigh,

Hardly had I the voice to make response,

And with fatigue my lips did fashion it. Weeping I said: “The things that present were

With their false pleasure turned aside my steps,

Soon as your countenance concealed itself.”
And she : “ Shouldst thou be silent, or deny

What thou confessest, not less manifest
Would be thy fault, by such a Judge 'tis known.




But when from one's own cheeks comes bursting forth

The accusal of the sin, in our tribunal

Against the edge the wheel doth turn itself. But still, that thou mayst feel a greater shame

For thy transgression, and another time

Hearing the Sirens thou mayst be more strong, Cast down the seed of weeping and attend ;

So shalt thou hear, how in an opposite way

My buried flesh should have directed thee. Never to thee presented art or nature

Pleasure so great as the fair limbs wherein

I was enclosed, which scattered are in earth. And if the highest pleasure thus did fail thee

By reason of my death, what mortal thing

Should then have drawn thee into its desire ? Thou oughtest verily at the first shaft

Of things fallacious to have risen up

To follow me, who was no longer such.
Thou oughtest not to have stooped thy pinions downward

To wait for further blows, or little girl,

Or other vanity of such brief use. The callow birdlet waits for two or three,

But to the eyes of those already fledged,

In vain the net is spread or shaft is shot.” Even as children silent in their shame

Stand listening with their eyes upon the ground,

And conscious of their fault, and penitent; So was I standing ; and she said: “If thou

In hearing sufferest pain, lift up thy beard

And thou shalt feel a greater pain in seeing.” With less resistance is a robust holm

Uprooted, either by a native wind

Or else by that from regions of Iarbas, Than I upraised at her command my chin ;

And when she by the beard the face demanded,

Well I perceived the venom of her meaning. And as my countenance was lifted up,

Mine eye perceived those creatures beautiful

Had rested from the strewing of the flowers; And, still but little reassured, mine eyes

Saw Beatrice turned round towards the monster,

That is one person only in two natures.
Beneath her veil, beyond the margent green,

She seemed to me far more her ancient self
To excel, than others here, when she was here.


So pricked me then the thorn of penitence,

That of all other things the one which turned me

Most to its love became the most my foe. Such self-conviction stung me at the heart

O’erpowered I fell, and what I then became

She knoweth who had furnished me the cause. Then, when the heart restored my outward sense,

The lady I had found alone, above me

I saw, and she was saying, “ Hold me, hold me.” Up to my throat she in the stream had drawn me,

And, dragging me behind her, she was moving

Upon the water lightly as a shuttle. When I was near unto the blessed shore,

Asperges me," I heard so sweetly sung,

Remember it I cannot, much less write it. The beautiful lady opened wide her arms,

Embraced my head, and plunged me underneath,

Where I was forced to swallow of the water. Then forth she drew me, and all dripping brought

Into the dance of the four beautiful,

And each one with her arm did cover me. “We here are Nymphs, and in the Heaven are stars ;

Ere Beatrice descended to the world,

We as her handmaids were appointed her. We'll lead thee to her eyes; but for the pleasant

Light that within them is, shall sharpen thine

The three beyond, who more profoundly look.” Thus singing they began ; and afterwards

Unto the Griffin's breast they led me with them,

Where Beatrice was standing, turned towards us. “See that thou dost not spare thine eyes,” they said ;

“ Before the emeralds have we stationed thee,

Whence Love aforetime drew for thee his weapons." A thousand longings, hotter than the flame,

Fastened mine eyes upon those eyes relucent,

That still upon the Griffin steadfast stayed. As in a glass the sun, not otherwise

Within them was the twofold monster shining,

Now with the one, now with the other nature. Think, Reader, if within myself I marvelled,

When I beheld the thing itself stand still,

And in its image it transformed itself.
While with amazement filled and jubilant,

My soul was tasting of the food, that while
It satisfies us makes us hunger for it,





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Themselves revealing of the highest rank

In bearing, did the other three advance,

Singing to their angelic saraband.
“Turn, Beatrice, O turn thy holy eyes,”

Such was their song, “ unto thy faithful one,

Who has to see thee ta’en so many steps.
In grace do us the grace that thou unveil

Thy face to him, so that he may discern

The second beauty which thou dost conceal.”
O splendour of the living light eternal !

Who underneath the shadow of Parnassus

Has grown so pale, or drunk so at its cistern,
He would not seem to have his mind encumbered

Striving to paint thee as thou didst appear,

Where the harmonious heaven o'ershadowed thee, When in the open air thou didst unveil ?





So steadfast and attentive were mine eyes

In satisfying their decennial thirst,

That all my other senses were extinct,
And upon this side and on that they had

Walls of indifference, so the holy smile

Drew them unto itself with the old net;
When forcibly my sight was turned away

Towards my left hand by those goddesses,

Because I heard from them a “ Too intently !”
And that condition of the sight which is

In eyes but lately smitten by the sun

Bereft me of my vision some short while ;
But to the less when sight re-shaped itself,

I say the less in reference to the greater

Splendour from which perforce I had withdrawn,
I saw upon its right wing wheeled about

The glorious host, returning with the sun

And with the sevenfold flames upon their faces.
As underneath its shields, to save itself,

A squadron turns, and with its banner wheels,

Before the whole thereof can change its front,
That soldiery of the celestial kingdom

Which marched in the advance had wholly passed us
Before the chariot had turned its pole.


Then to the wheels the maidens turned themselves,

And the Griffin moved his burden benedight,

But so that not a feather of him fluttered. The lady fair who drew me through the ford

Followed with Statius and myself the wheel

Which made its orbit with the lesser arc, So passing through the lofty forest, vacant

By fault of her who in the serpent trusted,

Angelic music made our steps keep time. Perchance as great a space had in three flights

An arrow loosened from the string o'erpassed,

As we had moved when Beatrice descended. I heard them murmur altogether, “ Adam !"

Then circled they about a tree despoiled

Of blooms and other leafage on each bough. Its tresses, which so much the more dilate

As higher they ascend, had been by Indians

Among their forests marvelled at for height. “ Blessed art thou, O Griffin, who dost not

Pluck with thy beak these branches sweet to taste,

Since appetite by this was turned to evil.” After this fashion round the tree robust

The others shouted; and the twofold creature :

“ Thus is preserved the seed of all the just.” And turning to the pole which he had dragged,

He drew it close beneath the widowed bough,

And what was of it unto it left bound.
In the same manner as our trees (when downward

Falls the great light, with that together mingled

Which after the celestial Lasca shines) Begin to swell, and then renew themselves,

Each one with its own colour, ere the Sun

Harness his steeds beneath another star: Less than of rose and more than violet

A hue disclosing, was renewed the tree

That had erewhile its boughs so desolate. I never heard, nor here below is sung,

The hymn which afterward that people sang,

Nor did I bear the melody throughout. Had I the power to paint how fell asleep

Those eyes compassionless, of Syrinx hearing,

Those eyes to which more watching cost so dear, Even as a painter who from model paints

I would portray how I was lulled asleep;
He may, who well can picture drowsihood.

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