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,

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.
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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 ?

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CANTO XXXII.

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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Therefore I pass to what time I awoke,

And say a splendour rent from me the veil

Of slumber, and a calling: "Rise, what dost thou ?"

As to behold the apple-tree in blossom

Which makes the Angels greedy for its fruit,
And keeps perpetual bridals in the Heaven,

Peter and John and James conducted were,
And, overcome, recovered at the word

By which still greater slumbers have been broken,

And saw their school diminished by the loss
Not only of Elias, but of Moses,

And the apparel of their Master changed;

So I revived, and saw that piteous one

Above me standing, who had been conductress
Aforetime of my steps beside the river,
And all in doubt I said, "Where's Beatrice?"
And she: "Behold her seated underneath
The leafage new, upon the root of it.

Behold the company that circles her ;

The rest behind the Griffin are ascending

With more melodious song, and more profound." And if her speech were more diffuse I know not, Because already in my sight was she

Who from the hearing of aught else had shut ne.

Alone she sat upon the very earth,

Left there as guardian of the chariot

Which I had seen the biform monster fasten.

Encircling her, a cloister made themselves

The seven Nymphs, with those lights in their hands Which are secure from Aquilon and Auster. "Short while shalt thou be here a forester,

And thou shalt be with me for evermore

A citizen of that Rome where Christ is Roman. Therefore, for that world's good which liveth ill,

Fix on the car thine eyes, and what thou seest,
Having returned to earth, take heed thou write."
Thus Beatrice; and I, who at the feet

Of her commandments all devoted was,
My mind and eyes directed where she willed.
Never descended with so swift a motion

Fire from a heavy cloud, when it is raining
From out the region which is most remote,

As I beheld the bird of Jove descend

Down through the tree, rending away the bark,
As well as blossoms and the foliage new,

And he with all his might the chariot smote,

Whereat it reeled, like vessel in a tempest

Tossed by the waves, now starboard and now larboa:d.

Thereafter saw I leap into the body

Of the triumphal vehicle a Fox,

That seemed unfed with any wholesome food.

But for his hideous sins upbraiding him,

My Lady put him to as swift a flight
As such a fleshless skeleton could bear.
Then by the way that it before had come,

Into the chariot's chest I saw the Eagle
Descend, and leave it feathered with his plurnes.

And such as issues from a heart that mourns,

A voice from Heaven there issued, and it said : "My little bark, how badly art thou freighted!" Methought, then, that the earth did yawn between

Both wheels, and I saw rise from it a Dragon,
Who through the chariot upward fixed his tail,
And as a wasp that draweth back its sting,

Drawing unto himself his tail malign,
Drew out the floor, and went his way rejoicing.
That which remained behind, even as with grass
A fertile region, with the feathers, offered
Perhaps with pure intention and benign,
Reclothed itself, and with them were reclothed
The pole and both the wheels so speedily,
A sigh doth longer keep the lips apart.
Transfigured thus the holy edifice

Thrust forward heads upon the parts of it,
Three on the pole and one at either corner.
The first were horned like oxen; but the four
Had but a single horn upon the forehead;
A monster such had never yet been seen!

Firm as a rock upon a mountain high,

Seated upon it, there appeared to me

A shameless whore, with eyes swift glancing round,

And, as if not to have her taken from him,
Upright beside her I beheld a giant ;
And ever and anon they kissed each other.

But because she her wanton, roving eye

Turned upon me, her angry paramour
Did scourge her from her head unto her feet.
Then full of jealousy, and fierce with wrath,

He loosed the monster, and across the forest
Dragged it so far, he made of that alone
A shield unto the whore and the strange beast.