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And four handmaidens of the day already

Were left behind, and at the pole the fifth
Was pointing upward still its burning horn,
What time my Guide: "I think that tow'rds the edge
Our dexter shoulders it behoves us turn,
Circling the mount as we are wont to do."
Thus in that region custom was our ensign;
And we resumed our way with less suspicion
For the assenting of that worthy soul
They in advance went on, and I alone

Behind them, and I listened to their speech,
Which gave me lessons in the art of song.
But soon their sweet discourses interrupted

A tree which midway in the road we found,
With apples sweet and grateful to the smell.
And even as a fir-tree tapers upward

From bough to bough, so downwardly did that;
I think in order that no one might climb it.
On that side where our pathway was enclosed
Fell from the lofty rock a limpid water,
And spread itself abroad upon the leaves.
The Poets twain unto the tree drew near,

And from among the foliage a voice
Cried: "Of this food ye shall have scarcity."
Then said: "More thoughtful Mary was of making

The marriage feast complete and honourable,
Than of her mouth which now for you responds;
And for their drink the ancient Roman women

With water were content; and Daniel Disparaged food, and understanding won. The primal age was beautiful as gold;

Acorns it made with hunger savorous, And nectar every rivulet with thirst. Honey and locusts were the aliments

That fed the Baptist in the wilderness; Whence he is glorious, and so magnified As by the Evangel is revealed to you."

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CANTO XXIII.

THE while among the verdant leaves mine eyes
I riveted, as he is wont to do

Who wastes his life pursuing little birds,

My more than Father said unto me :

"Son,

Come now; because the time that is ordained us
More usefully should be apportioned out."

I turned my face and no less soon my steps
Unto the Sages, who were speaking so
They made the going of no cost to me;
And lo! were heard a song and a lament,
"Labia mea, Domine," in fashion

Such that delight and dolence it brought forth.
"O my sweet Father, what is this I hear ?"

Began I; and he answered: 66 Shades that go
Perhaps the knot unloosing of their debt."
In the same way that thoughtful pilgrims do,

Who, unknown people on the road o'ertaking,
Turn themselves round to them, and do not stop,

Even thus, behind us with a swifter motion

Coming and passing onward, gazed upon us
A crowd of spirits silent and devout.
Each in his eyes was dark and cavernous,
Pallid in face, and so emaciate

That from the bones the skin did shape itself.

I do not think that so to merest rind

Could Erisichthon have been withered up
By famine, when most fear he had of it.
Thinking within myself I said: "Behold,
This is the folk who lost Jerusalem,
When Mary made

prey of her own son."

Their sockets were like rings without the gems ;
Whoever in the face of men reads omo
Might well in these have recognised the m.
Who would believe the odour of an apple,

Begetting longing, could consume them so,
And that of water, without knowing how?
I still was wondering what so famished them,
For the occasion not yet manifest

Of their emaciation and sad squalor ;

And lo! from out the hollow of his head

His eyes a shade turned on me, and looked keenly;
Then cried aloud: "What grace to me is this?"

Never should I have known him by his look ;
But in his voice was evident to me

That which his aspect had suppressed within it.

This spark within me wholly re-enkindled
My recognition of his altered face,

And I recalled the features of Forese.

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'Ah, do not look at this dry leprosy,"

Entreated he, "which doth my skin discolour,
Nor at default of flesh that I may
have;
But tell me truth of thee, and who are those

Two souls, that yonder make for thee an escort;
Do not delay in speaking unto me."
"That face of thine, which dead I once bewept,

Gives me for weeping now no lesser grief,"
I answered him, "beholding it so changed!
But tell me, for God's sake, what thus denudes you?
Make me not speak while I am marvelling,
For ill speaks he who's full of other longings."
And he to me: "From the eternal council

Falls power into the water and the tree
Behind us left, whereby I grow so thin.

All of this people who lamenting sing,

For following beyond measure appetite
In hunger and thirst are here re-sanctified.

Desire to eat and drink enkindles in us

The scent that issues from the apple-tree,

And from the spray that sprinkles o'er the verdure ;

And not a single time alone, this ground
Encircling, is renewed our pain,-

I say our pain, and ought to say our solace,

For the same wish doth lead us to the tree
Which led the Christ rejoicing to say Eli,
When with his veins he liberated us."
And I to him: " Forese, from that day

When for a better life thou changedst worlds,
Up to this time five years have not rolled round.

If sooner were the power exhausted in thee

Of sinning more, than thee the hour surprised Of that good sorrow which to God reweds us, How hast thou come up hitherward already?

I thought to find thee down there underneath,
Where time for time doth restitution make."
And he to me: "Thus speedily has led me

To drink of the sweet wormwood of these torments,
My Nella with her overflowing tears;

She with her prayers devout and with her sighs

Has drawn me from the coast where one awaits,
And from the other circles set me free.

So much more dear and pleasing is to God
My little widow, whom so much I loved,
As in good works she is the more alone;

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For the Barbagia of Sardinia

By far more modest in its women is
Than the Barbagia I have left her in.
O brother sweet, what wilt thou have me say?
A future time is in my sight already,
To which this hour will not be very old,
When from the pulpit shall be interdicted

To the unblushing womankind of Florence
Το go about displaying breast and paps.
What savages were e'er, what Saracens,

Who stood in need, to make them covered go,
Of spiritual or other discipline?

But if the shameless women were assured

Of what swift Heaven prepares for them, already
Wide open would they have their mouths to howl;

For if my foresight here deceive me not,

They shall be sad ere he has bearded cheeks
Who now is hushed to sleep with lullaby.
O brother, now no longer hide thee from me;
See that not only I, but all these people
Are gazing there, where thou dost veil the sun."
Whence I to him: "If thou bring back to mind

What thou with me hast been and I with thee,
The present memory will be grievous still.
Out of that life he turned me back who goes

In front of me, two days agone when round
The sister of him yonder showed herself,"
And to the sun I pointed. "Through the deep

Night of the truly dead has this one led me,
With this true flesh, that follows after him.

Thence his encouragements have led me up,

Ascending and still circling round the mount

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That you doth straighten, whom the world made crooked.

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CANTO XXIV.

NOR Speech the going, nor the going that
Slackened; but talking we went bravely on,
Even as a vessel urged by a good wind.
And shadows, that appeared things doubly dead,
From out the sepulchres of their eyes betrayed
Wonder at me, aware that I was living.

And I, continuing my colloquy,

Said: "Peradventure he goes up more slowly
Than he would do, for other people's sake.
But tell me, if thou knowest, where is Piccarda ;
Tell me if any one of note I see
Among this folk that gazes at me so."
My sister, who, 'twixt beautiful and good,

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I know not which was more, triumphs rejoicing
Already in her crown on high Olympus."
So said he first, and then: ""Tis not forbidden
To name each other here, so milked away
Is our resemblance by our dieting.
This," pointing with his finger, "is Buonagiunta,
Buonagiunta, of Lucca; and that face
Beyond him there, more peaked than the others,
Has held the holy Church within his arms;

From Tours was he, and purges by his fasting
Bolsena's eels and the Vernaccia wine."

He named me many others one by one;

And all contented seemed at being named,
So that for this I saw not one dark look.

I saw for hunger bite the empty air

Ubaldin dalla Pila, and Boniface,

Who with his crook had pastured many people.

I saw Messer Marchese, who had leisure

Once at Forlì for drinking with less dryness,
And he was one who ne'er felt satisfied.
But as he does who scans, and then doth prize
One more than others, did I him of Lucca,
Who seemed to take most cognizance of me.
He murmured, and I know not what Gentucca
From that place heard I, where he felt the wound
Of justice, that doth macerate them so.

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