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Whereat the tremulous branches readily
Yet not from their upright direction bent
But, with full-throated joy, the hours of prime Singing received they in the midst of foliage That made monotonous burden to their rhymes,
Even as from branch to branch it gathering swells, Through the pine forests on the shore of Chiassi, When Æolus unlooses the Sirocco.
Already my slow steps had led me on
And lo! my farther course cut off a river, Which, towards the left hand, with its little waves, Bent down the grass, that on its margin sprang.
All waters that on earth most limpid are,
ture, Compared with that, which nothing doth conceal,
Although it moves on with a brown, brown current,
FROM DANTE. 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,
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,
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,