And he to me : "My writing is explicit, And not fallacious is the hope of these, Because the fire of love fulfils at once Do not decide, unless she tell it thee, Of Beatrice; her shalt thou see above, And see, e'en now the hill a shadow casts." "We will go forward with this day," he answered, "As far as now is possible for us; But otherwise the fact is than thou thinkest. Him, who now hides himself behind the hill, How lofty and disdainful thou didst bear thee, Nothing whatever did it say to us, But let us go our way, eying us only That it would point us out the best ascent; But of our native land and of our life It questioned us; and the sweet Guide began : "Mantua,”—and the shade, all in itself recluse, Rose tow'rds him from the place where first it was, Saying: "O Mantuan, I am Sordello Of thine own land!" and one embraced the other. Ah! servile Italy, grief's hostelry! A ship without a pilot in great tempest ! No Lady thou of Provinces, but brothel! That noble soul was so impatient, only At the sweet sound of his own native land, Thy living ones, and one doth gnaw the other The bridle mend, if empty be the saddle? If well thou hearest what God teacheth thee, Being no longer by the spur corrected, Her that has grown recalcitrant and savage, Upon thy blood, and be it new and open, By greed of those transalpine lands distrained, Monaldi and Fillippeschi, careless man! Come, cruel one! come and behold the oppression Widowed, alone, and day and night exclaims, "My Cæsar, why hast thou forsaken me?" Come and behold how loving are the people ; And if for us no pity moveth thee, And if it lawful be, O Jove Supreme! Who upon earth for us wast crucified, Or preparation is 't, that, in the abyss Of thine own counsel, for some good thou makest For all the towns of Italy are full Of tyrants, and becometh a Marcellus With this digression, which concerns thee not, Many at heart have justice, but shoot slowly, That unadvised they come not to the bow, Many refuse to bear the common burden; Without being asked, and crieth: "I submit." Now be thou joyful, for thou hast good reason; Thou affluent, thou in peace, thou full of wisdom! Athens and Lacedæmon, they who made The ancient laws, and were so civilized, Made towards living well a little sign Compared with thee, who makest such fine-spun Provisions, that to middle of November Reaches not what thou in October spinnest. How oft, within the time of thy remembrance, Laws, money, offices, and usages Hast thou remodelled, and renewed thy members? And if thou mind thee well, and see the light, Thou shalt behold thyself like a sick woman, Who cannot find repose upon her down, But by her tossing wardeth off her pain. CANTO VII. AFTER the gracious and glad salutations Had three and four times been reiterated, Sordello backward drew and said, "Who are you?" "Or ever to this mountain were directed The souls deserving to ascend to God, I am Virgilius; and for no crime else Did I lose heaven, than for not having faith ;" As one who suddenly before him sees Something whereat he marvels, who believes So he appeared; and then bowed down his brow, 66 'Through whom our language showed what it could do, O pride eternal of the place I came from, What merit or what grace to me reveals thee? If I to hear thy words be worthy, tell me If thou dost come from Hell, and from what cloister." "Through all the circles of the doleful realm," 6. Responded he, have I come hitherward ; Heaven's power impelled me, and with that I come. I by not doing, not by doing, lost The sight of that high sun which thou desirest, But darkness only, where the lamentations Snatched by the teeth of Death, or ever they But if thou know and can, some indication Give us by which we may the sooner come He answered: "No fixed place has been assigned us; But see already how the day declines, And to go up by night we are not able; His finger, saying, "See, this line alone We might indeed therewith return below, And, wandering, walk the hill-side round about, While the horizon holds the day imprisoned." Thereon my Lord, as if in wonder, said: "Do thou conduct us thither, where thou sayest When I perceived the mount was hollowed out Nor in that place had nature painted only, But of the sweetness of a thousand odours “Salve Regina,” on the green and flowers There seated, singing, spirits I beheld, Which were not visible outside the valley. "Before the scanty sun now seeks his nest," Began the Mantuan who had led us thither, Than in the plain below received among them. Of having what he should have done neglected, Governed the region where the water springs, |