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Already my slow steps had led me on
Into the ancient wood so far, that I Could see no more the place where I had en tered.
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, Would seem to have within themselves some
Compared with that, which nothing doth con ceal,
Although it moves on with a brown, brown
Under the shade perpetual, that never
PURGATORIO, XXX., XXXL.
EVEN as the Blessed, in the new covenant,
Wearing again the garments of the flesh,
So, upon that celestial chariot,
Ministers and messengers of life eternal.
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,
The orient sky all stained with roseate hues, And the other heaven with light serene adorned,
And the sun's face uprising, overshadowed,
Thus in the bosom of a cloud of flowers,
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, Before the song of those who chime forever 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, To air and water changed, and, in my anguish, Through lips and eyes came gushing from my breast.
Confusion and dismay, together mingled, Forced such a feeble "Yes!" out of my mouth,
To understand it one had need of sight