Resounding thunder broke the slumber deep That drowsed my senses, and myself I shook Like one by force awakened out of sleep. Then rising up I cast a steady look, With eyes refreshed, on all that lay around, And cognisance of where I found me took. In sooth, me on the valley’s brink I found Of the dolorous abyss, where infinite Despairing cries converge with thundering sound. So dark that, peering eagerly to find What its depths held, no object met my sight. ‘Descend we now into this region blind,’ Began the Poet with a face all pale; ‘I will go first, and do thou come behind.’ Marking the wanness on his cheek prevail, I asked, ‘How can I, seeing thou hast dread, My wonted comforter when doubts assail?’ ‘The anguish of the people,’ then he said, ‘Who are below, has painted on my face Pity, Come! The long journey bids us move apace.’ Then entered he and made me enter too The topmost circle girding the abyss. Therein, as far as I by listening knew, There was no lamentation save of sighs, Whence throbbed the air eternal through and through. This, sorrow without suffering made arise From infants and from women and from men, Gathered in great and many companies. And the good Master: ‘Wouldst thou Of who those spirits are have me relate? Yet know, ere passing further, although when On earth they sinned not, worth however great Availed them not, they being unbaptized— Part God, as behoved, they never could adore: And I myself am with this folk comprised. For such defects—our guilt is nothing more— We are thus lost, suffering from this alone That, hopeless, we our want of bliss deplore.’ Greatly I sorrowed when he made this known, Because I knew that some who did excel In worthiness were to that limbo ‘Tell me, O Sir,’ I prayed him, ‘Master, —That I of the belief might surety win, Victorious every error to dispel— ‘Did ever any hence to bliss attain By merit of another or his own?’ And he, to whom my hidden drift ‘I to this place but lately When I beheld one hither make descent; A Potentate The shade of our first sire forth with him went, Moses’ who gave the laws, the obedient Patriarch Abram’s, and King David’s too; And, with his sire and children, Israel, And Rachel, winning whom such toils he knew; And many more, in blessedness to dwell. And I would have thee know, earlier than these No human soul was ever saved from Hell.’ While thus he spake our progress did not cease, But we continued through the wood to stray; The wood, I mean, with crowded ghosts for trees. Ere from the summit far upon our way We yet had gone, I saw a flame which glowed, Holding a hemisphere ’Twas still a little further on our road, Yet not so far but that in part I guessed That honourable people there abode. ‘Of art and science Ornament confessed! Who are these honoured in such high degree, And in their lot distinguished from the rest?’ He said: ‘For them their glorious memory, Still in thy world the subject of renown, Wins grace Meanwhile I heard a voice: ‘Be honour shown To the illustrious poet, Is now returning which a while was gone. Four mighty shades drew near with one accord, In aspect neither sorrowful nor glad. ‘Consider that one, armÈd with a sword,’ |