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And four handmaidens of the day already
Were left behind, and at the pole the fifth
Was pointing upward still its burning horn,
Our dexter shoulders it behoves us turn,
Circling the mount as we are wont to do.” Shus in that region custom was our ensign ;
And we resumed our way with less suspicion
For the assenting of that worthy soul Trey in advance went on, and I alone
Behind them, and I listened to their speech,
Which gave me lessons in the art of song. But soon their sweet discourses interrupted
A tree which midway in the road we found,
With apples sweet and grateful to the smell. And even as a fir-tree tapers upward
From bough to bough, so downwardly did that ;
I think in order that no one might climb it. On that side where our pathway was enclosed
Fell from the lofty rock a limpid water,
And spread itself abroad upon the leaves. The Poets twain unto the tree drew near,
And from among the foliage a voice
Cried : “Of this food ye shall have scarcity.” Then said: “More thoughtful Mary was of making
The marriage feast complete and honourable,
Than of her mouth which now for you responds; And for their drink the ancient Roman women
With water were content; and Daniel
Disparaged food, and understanding won. The primal age was beautiful as gold ;
Acorns it made with hunger savorous,
And nectar every rivulet with thirst. Honey and locusts were the aliments
That fed the Baptist in the wilderness;
Whence he is glorious, and so magnified As by the Evangel is revealed to you."
THE while among the verdant leaves nine eyes
I riveted, as he is wont to do
My more than Father said unto me: “Son,
Come now; because the time that is ordained us
More usefully should be apportioned out."
Unto the Sages, who were speaking so
They made the going of no cost to me;
“Labia mea, Domine,” in fashion
Such that delight and dolence it brought forth.
Shades that go
Who, unknown people on the road o'ertaking,
Turn themselves round to them, and do not stop, Even thus, behind us with a swifter motion
Coming and passing onward, gazed upon us
A crowd of spirits silent and devout.
Pallid in face, and so emaciate
That from the bones the skin did shape itself. I do not think that so to merest rind
Could Erisichthon have been withered up
By famine, when most fear he had of it.
This is the folk who lost Jerusalem,
When Mary made a prey of her own son.”
Whoever in the face of men reads omo
Might well in these have recognised the m.
Begetting longing, could consume them so,
And that of water, without knowing how?
For the occasion not yet manifest
Of their emaciation and sad squalor;
His eyes a shade turned on me, and looked keenly;
Then cried aloud : “What grace to me is this?" Never should I have known him by his look:
But in his voice was evident to me
That which his aspect had suppressed within it.
My recognition of his altered face,
"Ah, do not look at this dry leprosy,”
Entreated he, “which doth my skin discolour,
Nor at default of flesh that I may have ;
Two souls, that yonder make for thee an escort;
Do not delay in speaking unto me.” " That face of thine, which dead I once bewept,
Gives me for weeping now no lesser grief,"
I answered him, "beholding it so changed !
Make me not speak while I am marvelling,
For ill speaks he who's full of other longings.” And he to me: “From the eternal council
Falls power into the water and the tree
Behind us left, whereby I grow so thin. All of this people who lamenting sing,
For following beyond measure appetite
In hunger and thirst are here re-sanctified. Desire to eat and drink enkindles in us
The scent that issues from the apple-tree,
And from the spray that sprinkles o'er the verdure; And not a single time alone, this ground
Encompassing, becomes refreshed our pain,
I say our pain, and ought to say our solace, For the same wish doth lead us to the tree
Which led the Christ rejoicing to say Eli,
When with his veins he liberated us." And I to him : “ Forese, from that day
When for a better life thou changedst worlds,
Up to this time five years have not rolled round. If sooner were the power exhausted in thee
Of sinning more, than thee the hour surprised
Of that good sorrow which to God reweds us, How hast thou come up hitherward already ?
I thought to find thee down there underneath,
Where time for time doth restitution make." And he to me: “Thus speedily has led me
To drink of the sweet wormwood of these torments,
My Nella with her overflowing tears ;
Has drawn me from the coast where one awaits,
And from the other circles set me free.
My little widow, whom so much I loved,
For the Barbagia of Sardinia
By far more modest in its women is
Than the Barbagia I have left her in.
A future time is in my sight already,
To which this hour will not be very old, When from the pulpit shall be interdicted
To the unblushing womankind of Florence
To go about displaying breast and paps. What savages were e'er, what Saracens,
Who stood in need, to make them covered go,
Of spiritual or other discipline ?
Of what swift Heaven prepares for them, already
Wide open would they have their mouths to howl ; For if my foresight here deceive me not,
They shall be sad ere he has bearded cheeks
Who now is hushed to sleep with lullaby. O brother, now no longer hide thee from me;
See that not only 1, but all these people
Are gazing there, where thou dost veil the sun.” Whence I to him: “If thou bring back to mind
What thou with me hast been and I with thee,
The present memory will be grievous still. Out of that life he turned me back who goes
In front of me, two days agone when round
The sister of him yonder showed herself," And to the sun I pointed. “Through the deep
Night of the truly dead has this one led me,
With this true flesh, that follows after him. Thence his encouragements have led me up,
Ascending and still circling round the mount
That you doth straighten, whom the world made crookc... He says that he will bear me company,
Till I shall be where Beatrice will be ;
There it behoves me to remain without him. This is Virgilius, who thus says to me,”
And him I pointed at; the other is
That shade for whom just now shook every slope Your realm, that from itself discharges him."
Nor speech the going, nor the going that
Slackened; but talking we went bravely on,
Even as a vessel urged by a good wind.
From out the sepulchres of their eyes betrayed
Wonder at me, aware that I was living. And I, continuing my colloquy,
Said: “Peradventure he goes up more slowly
Than he would do, for other people's sake. But tell me, if thou knowest, where is Piccarda ;
Tell me if any one of note I see
Among this folk that gazes at me so."
I know not which was more, triumphs rejoicing
Already in her crown on high Olympus." So said he first, and then : “ 'Tis not forbidden
To name each other here, so milked away
Is our resemblance by our dieting.
Buonagiunta, of Lucca; and that face
Beyond him there, more peaked than the others, Has held the holy Church within his arms;
From Tours was he, and purges by his fasting
Bolsena's eels and the Vernaccia wine." He named me many others one by one;
And all contented seemed at being named,
So that for this saw not one dark look. I saw for hunger bite the empty air
Ubaldin dalla Pila, and Boniface,
Who with his crook had pastured many people. I saw Messer Marchese, who had leisure
Once at Forlì for drinking with less dryness,
And he was one who ne'er felt satisfied. But as he does who scans, and then doth prize
One more than others, did I him of Lucca,
Who seemed to take most cognizance of me.
From that place heard I, where he felt the wound