Rejoice, O Florence, in thy widening fame! Thy wings thou beatest over land and sea, And even through Inferno spreads thy name. Burghers of thine, five such were found by me Among the thieves; whence I ashamed Nor shall great glory thence redound to thee. But if ’tis toward the morning Thou shalt experience ere long time be gone The doom even Prato Would it were come as come it must with time: ’Twill crush me more the older I am grown. Departing thence, my Guide began to climb The jutting rocks by which we made descent Some while ago, And as upon our lonely way we went ’Mong splinters Without the hand to help, had labour spent. I sorrowed, and am sorrow-smit again, Recalling what before mine eyes there lay, And, more than I am wont, my genius rein From running save where virtue leads the way; So that if happy star Have gifted me I never mourn it may. His face shows to us longest visible, When gnats replace the fly at fall of night, Not by the peasant resting on the hill Are seen more fire-flies in the vale below, Where he perchance doth field and vineyard Than flamelets I beheld resplendent glow Throughout the whole Eighth Bolgia, when at last I stood whence I the bottom plain could know. And as he whom the bears avenged, when passed From the earth Elijah, saw the chariot rise With horses heavenward reared and mounting fast, And no long time had traced it with his eyes Till but a flash of light it all became, Which like a rack of cloud swept to the skies: Deep in the valley’s gorge, in mode the same, These flitted; what it held by none was shown, And yet a sinner And if a jutting crag I had not caught I must have fallen, though neither thrust nor thrown. My Leader me beholding lost in thought: ‘In all the fires are spirits,’ said to me; ‘His flame round each is for a garment wrought.’ ‘O Master!’ I replied, ‘by hearing thee I grow assured, but yet I knew before That thus indeed it was, and longed to be Told who is in the flame which there doth soar, Cloven, as if ascending from the pyre Where with Eteocles His brother.’ He: ‘Ulysses in that fire And Diomedes Thus held together, as they held in ire. And, wrapped within their flame, they now repent The ambush of the horse, which oped the door Through which the Romans’ noble seed For guile DeÏdamia And bear for the Palladium ‘Master, I pray thee fervently,’ I said, ‘If from those flames they still can utter speech— Give ear as if a thousand times I pled! Refuse not here to linger, I beseech, Until the cloven fire shall hither gain: Thou seest how toward it eagerly I reach.’ And he: ‘Thy prayers are worthy to obtain Exceeding praise; thou hast what thou dost seek: But see that thou from speech thy tongue refrain. I know what thou wouldst have; leave me to speak, For they perchance would hear contemptuously Shouldst thou address them, seeing they were Greek.’ Soon as the flame toward us had come so nigh That to my Leader time and place seemed met, I heard him thus adjure it to reply: ‘O ye who twain within one fire are set, If what I did your guerdon meriteth, If much or lit |