A CANTO II. LREADY had the sun the horizon reached Whose circle of meridian covers o'er And night that opposite to him revolves Was issuing forth from Ganges with the Scales 5 That fall from out her hand when she exceedeth ; So that the white and the vermilion cheeks Of beautiful Aurora, where I was, By too great age were changing into orange. We still were on the border of the sea, Like people who are thinking of their road, A light along the sea so swiftly coming, Mine eyes, that I might question my Conductor, Again I saw it brighter grown and larger. Then on each side of it appeared to me I knew not what of white, and underneath it ΤΟ 15 20 30 My Master yet had uttered not a word While the first whiteness into wings unfolded; 25 He cried: "Make haste, make haste to bow the knee! See how he scorneth human arguments, So that nor oar he wants, nor other sail Than his own wings, between so distant shores. See how he holds them pointed up to heaven, 35 Fanning the air with the eternal pinions, But down I cast it; and he came to shore With a small vessel, very swift and light, And more than a hundred spirits sat within. "In exitu Israel de Ægypto!" They chanted all together in one voice, 40 45 50 With whatso in that psalm is after written. On every side was darting forth the day 5 55 60 The sun, who had with his resplendent shafts From the mid-heaven chased forth the Capricorn, When the new people lifted up their faces Towards us, saying to us: "If ye know, Show us the way to go unto the mountain." And answer made Virgilius: "Ye believe Perchance that we have knowledge of this place, But we are strangers even as yourselves. Just now we came, a little while before you, 65 Another way, which was so rough and steep, That mounting will henceforth seem sport to us.” The souls who had, from seeing me draw breath, Become aware that I was still alive, Pallid in their astonishment became ; The people throng to listen to the news, So at the sight of me stood motionless One from among them saw I coming forward, O empty shadows, save in aspect only! Three times behind it did I clasp my hands, As oft returned with them to my own breast! I think with wonder I depicted me; 70 75 80 Whereat the shadow smiled and backward drew; And I, pursuing it, pressed farther forward. Gently it said that I should stay my steps; In mortal body, so I love thee free ; 85 Therefore I stop; but wherefore goest thou?" 90 "My own Casella! to return once more There where I am, I make this journey," said I; "But how from thee has so much time been taken?" And he to me: "No outrage has been done me, If he who takes both when and whom he pleases 95 Has many times denied to me this passage, For of a righteous will his own is made. He, sooth to say, for three months past has taken Whence I, who now had turned unto that shore Because forevermore assemble there 100 Those who tow'rds Acheron do not descend." 105 And I: "If some new law take not from thee Memory or practice of the amorous song, Which used to quiet in me all my longings, Thee may it please to comfort therewithal Somewhat this soul of mine, that with its body Hitherward coming is so much distressed." "Love, that within my mind discourses with me," Forthwith began he so melodiously, The melody within me still is sounding. My Master, and myself, and all that people 115 Which with him were, appeared as satisfied As if naught else might touch the mind of any. We all of us were motionless and attentive Unto his notes; and lo! the grave old man, Exclaiming: "What is this, ye laggard spirits? 120 What negligence, what standing still is this? Run to the mountain to strip off the slough, That lets not God be manifest to you." Even as when, collecting grain or tares, The doves, together at their pasture met, Quiet, nor showing their accustomed pride, If aught appear of which they are afraid, Upon a sudden leave their food alone, Because they are assailed by greater care ; So that fresh company did I behold The song relinquish, and go tow'rds the hill, As one who goes, and knows not whitherward Nor was our own departure less in haste. ; 125 130 CANTO III. NASMUCH as the instantaneous flight our plain, Turned to the mountain whither reason spurs us, I pressed me close unto my faithful comrade, And how without him had I kept my course? 5 Who would have led me up along the mountain ? |