DAY was departing, and the air embrowned By travel and by ruth upon me laid, O Mind that wrotest down what I descried Herein thy nobleness shall be displayed. I thus began, "Poet, that art my guide, Weigh well my puissance, if it suffice, Ere that high quest unto me thou confide. Thou sayest that Silvius' ancestor with eyes Corruptible the eternal realm surveyed, And there was present, after fleshly guise; Still, though the enemy of Evil laid This grace on him, minding the high effect Of who? and what? should from his root be made, It seems not vain to human intellect; For he of parent Rome and all her sway Was founder, in the empyreal heavens elect: All which (to speak the truth if I assay) Were thus establisht for the sacred seat, Which heirs o' th' elder Peter hold alway. 20 This proud adventure, which thou makest him meet, 25 Of conquest, and the Pope's array complete. For no Eneas, nor no Paul am I; I fear me, that like folly it may close; 30 35 And like a man unchoosing what he chose, Whose former mind by some new though Till far astray from his first plan he goes; Thus I became, upon this lightless coast, And, thinking, all that fire of enterprise, Which I had in me at the first, I lost. "If well the sense thou speakest I surmise, Replied that shade magnanimous, "thy m Must be offended' here with cowardice; The which full oft encumbereth mankind, And turns them back from honoured high Like seeing beasts, when shadows pass behi From this misgiving then thy soul to clear, I'll tell thee why I came, and, when I ers Took thought for thee, what tale had reacht I stood among the neither saved nor curst, When called me such a blest and beauteou That to command me I besought her first. Her eyes more brightly than the Planet sho And she addrest me, O how smooth and st With angel voice, in language of her own: 'O Mantuan soul, with courtesies replete, Whose fame endures on earth, and sees no end, And shall endure, till earth her doom do meet; A friend of mine, whom Fortune doth not friend, Is so much hindered in the desert strand, That fear has driven him from his course to bend ; And he may now have strayed so far from hand, That I have risen too late relief to gain, By tidings, which in heaven I understand. Now go, and by thy words adorned strain, And all that else can for his rescue be, So speed him, that consoled I may remain. My name is Beatris, who summon thee; I come from where I would again abide; The love that sent me forth now speaks in me: 'Thy praises ever on my tongue will lie.' And there she ended; thereon I replied, 'O Lady of the puissance, whereby The race of man doth every bound exceed, Within the circles of the greater sky; Thy gentle hest so pleaseth me indeed, That forthwith to obey would seem too To tell thy pleasure is no further need. But tell me now, what reason may create Thy boldness to come down to this dread From thy wide home of happy, longed-for 'If thou so deeply into all wouldst enter,' She answered with a smile, I will make Why without dread into this place I ventu All dread should be conceived from things Which have the power to work us harm From others not, for dread in such is none. Now I'm so made by God, (thus far avail His gifts), that your woe finds in me no Nor flames from yon great burning me assa A gentle Lady is in heaven, of whom This obstacle is mourned, where thou art She breaks on high the force of bitter doom This Lady with her quest to Lucia went, And said, "Thy loyal one has need of the And I commend him unto thy content." |