Marvel not at it; for while I am speaking Thou shalt behold all these their color change. He who usurps upon the earth my place, My place, my place, which vacant has become Before the presence of the Son of God, Has of my cemetery made a sewer 20 25 Of blood and stench, whereby the Perverse One, Who fell from here, below there is appeased!" With the same color which, through sun adverse, Painteth the clouds at evening or at morn, Beheld I then the whole of heaven suffused. And as a modest woman, who abides Sure of herself, and at another's failing, From listening only, timorous becomes, Even thus did Beatrice change countenance; And I believe in heaven was such eclipse, When suffered the supreme Omnipotence; Thereafterward proceeded forth his words With voice so much transmuted from itself, The very countenance was not more changed. "The spouse of Christ has never nurtured been On blood of mine, of Linus and of Cletus, To be made use of in acquest of gold; 30 35 40 45 But in acquest of this delightful life To privileges venal and mendacious, Whereat I often redden and flash with fire. In garb of shepherds the rapacious wolves Are seen from here above o'er all the pastures! At Rome the glory of the world defended, Shalt down return again, open thy mouth; In flakes our atmosphere, what time the horn Of the celestial Goat doth touch the sun, Upward in such array saw I the ether 55 60 65 70 Become, and flaked with the triumphant vapors, Which there together with us had remained. My sight was following up their semblances, And followed till the medium, by excess, The passing farther onward took from it; Whereat the Lady, who beheld me freed From gazing upward, said to me: "Cast down Thy sight, and see how far thou art turned round." Since the first time that I had downward looked, 75 I saw that I had moved through the whole arc 80 Which the first climate makes from midst to end; So that I saw the mad track of Ulysses Past Gades, and this side, well nigh the shore Whereon became Europa a sweet burden. And of this threshing-floor the site to me 85 Were more unveiled, but the sun was proceeding Under my feet, a sign and more removed. My mind enamored, which is dallying At all times with my Lady, to bring back To her mine eyes was more than ever ardent. 90 And if or Art or Nature has made bait To catch the eyes and so possess the mind, To the divine delight which shone upon me When to her smiling face I turned me round. The virtue that her look endowed me with From the fair nest of Leda tore me forth, 95 100 Began, the while she smiled so joyously That God seemed in her countenance to rejoice: "The nature of that motion, which keeps quiet 106 The centre, and all the rest about it moves, From hence begins as from its starting point. And in this heaven there is no other Where Than in the Mind Divine, wherein is kindled 110 The love that turns it, and the power it rains. Within a circle light and love embrace it, Even as this doth the others, and that precinct He who encircles it alone controls. Its motion is not by another meted, But all the others measured are by this, As ten is by the half and by the fifth. And in what manner time in such a pot 115 May have its roots, and in the rest its leaves, Beneath thee so, that no one hath the power Of drawing back his eyes from out thy waves! Full fairly blossoms in mankind the will; But the uninterrupted rain converts Into abortive wildings the true plums. Fidelity and innocence are found Only in children; afterwards they both 120 125 Take flight or e'er the cheeks with down are covered. One, while he prattles still, observes the fasts, 130 Who, when his tongue is loosed, forthwith de vours Whatever food under whatever moon; 135 Of him who brings the morn, and leaves the night. Thou, that it may not be a marvel to thee, Think that on earth there is no one who governs ; Whence goes astray the human family. Ere January be unwintered wholly By the centesimal on earth neglected, The tempest that has been so long awaited 141 145 Shall whirl the poops about where are the prows; So that the fleet shall run its course direct, And the true fruit shall follow on the flower." CANTO XXVIII. After the truth against the present life He sees who from behind is lighted by it, That I did, looking into those fair eyes, 10 Of which Love made the springes to ensnare me. And as I turned me round, and mine were touched By that which is apparent in that volume, Whenever on its gyre we gaze intent, 15 A point beheld I, that was raying out A halo cincturing the light that paints it, And this was by another circumcinct, That by a third, the third then by a fourth, 20 25 By a fifth the fourth, and then by a sixth the fifth; 30 |