« PreviousContinue »
PURGATORIO, XXX., XXXI.
Even as the Blessed, in the new covenant,
So, upon that celestial chariot,
They all were saying ; " Benedictus qui venis," And scattering flowers above and round about, “ Manibus o date lilia plenis."
I once beheld, at the approach of day,
And the sun's face uprising, overshadowed,
Thus in the bosom of a cloud of flowers,
Which from those hands angelic were thrown up, And down descended inside and without,
With crown of olive o'er a snow-white veil,
Even as the snow, among the living rafters
And then, dissolving, filters through itself, Whene'er the land, that loses shadow, breathes, Like as a taper melts before a fire,
Even such I was, without a sigh or tear,
of those who chime for ever After the chiming of the eternal spheres ;
But, when I heard in those sweet melodies Compassion for me, more than had they said, “O wherefore, lady, dost thou thus consume him?"
The ice, that was about my heart congealed,
Even as a cross-bow breaks, when 't is discharged, Too tensely drawn the bow-string and the bow, And with less force the arrow hits the mark ;
So I gave way under this heavy burden,
FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES D'ORLEANS.
GENTLE Spring ! — in sunshine clad,
Well dost thou thy power display ! For Winter maketh the light heart sad,
And thou, - thou makest the sad heart gay. He sees thee, and calls to his gloomy train, The sleet, and the snow, and the wind, and the rain; And they shrink away, and they flee in fear,
When thy merry step draws near.