Divine Comedy (Longfellow 1867)/Volume 2/Canto 12

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Dante Alighieri14793The Divine ComedyVol. II. (Purgatorio), Canto XII.1867Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Abreast, like oxen going in a yoke,
   I with that heavy-laden soul went on,
   As long as the sweet pedagogue permitted;

But when he said, "Leave him, and onward pass,
   For here 'tis good that with the sail and oars,
   As much as may be, each push on his barque;"

Upright, as walking wills it, I redressed
   My person, notwithstanding that my thoughts
   Remained within me downcast and abashed.

I had moved on, and followed willingly
   The footsteps of my Master, and we both
   Already showed how light of foot we were,

When unto me he said: "Cast down thine eyes;
   'Twere well for thee, to alleviate the way,
   To look upon the bed beneath thy feet."

As, that some memory may exist of them,
   Above the buried dead their tombs in earth
   Bear sculptured on them what they were before;

Whence often there we weep for them afresh,
   From pricking of remembrance, which alone
   To the compassionate doth set its spur;

So saw I there, but of a better semblance
   In point of artifice, with figures covered
   Whate'er as pathway from the mount projects.

I saw that one who was created noble
   More than all other creatures, down from heaven
   Flaming with lightnings fall upon one side.

I saw Briareus smitten by the dart
   Celestial, lying on the other side,
   Heavy upon the earth by mortal frost.

I saw Thymbraeus, Pallas saw, and Mars,
   Still clad in armour round about their father,
   Gaze at the scattered members of the giants.

I saw, at foot of his great labour, Nimrod,
   As if bewildered, looking at the people
   Who had been proud with him in Sennaar.

O Niobe! with what afflicted eyes
   Thee I beheld upon the pathway traced,
   Between thy seven and seven children slain!

O Saul! how fallen upon thy proper sword
   Didst thou appear there lifeless in Gilboa,
   That felt thereafter neither rain nor dew!

O mad Arachne! so I thee beheld
   E'en then half spider, sad upon the shreds
   Of fabric wrought in evil hour for thee!

O Rehoboam! no more seems to threaten
   Thine image there; but full of consternation
   A chariot bears it off, when none pursues!

Displayed moreo'er the adamantine pavement
   How unto his own mother made Alcmaeon
   Costly appear the luckless ornament;

Displayed how his own sons did throw themselves
   Upon Sennacherib within the temple,
   And how, he being dead, they left him there;

Displayed the ruin and the cruel carnage
   That Tomyris wrought, when she to Cyrus said,
   "Blood didst thou thirst for, and with blood I glut thee!"

Displayed how routed fled the Assyrians
   After that Holofernes had been slain,
   And likewise the remainder of that slaughter.

I saw there Troy in ashes and in caverns;
   O Ilion! thee, how abject and debased,
   Displayed the image that is there discerned!

Whoe'er of pencil master was or stile,
   That could portray the shades and traits which there
   Would cause each subtile genius to admire?

Dead seemed the dead, the living seemed alive;
   Better than I saw not who saw the truth,
   All that I trod upon while bowed I went.

Now wax ye proud, and on with looks uplifted,
   Ye sons of Eve, and bow not down your faces
   So that ye may behold your evil ways!

More of the mount by us was now encompassed,
   And far more spent the circuit of the sun,
   Than had the mind preoccupied imagined,

When he, who ever watchful in advance
   Was going on, began: "Lift up thy head,
   'Tis no more time to go thus meditating.

Lo there an Angel who is making haste
   To come towards us; lo, returning is
   From service of the day the sixth handmaiden.

With reverence thine acts and looks adorn,
   So that he may delight to speed us upward;
   Think that this day will never dawn again."

I was familiar with his admonition
   Ever to lose no time; so on this theme
   He could not unto me speak covertly.

Towards us came the being beautiful
   Vested in white, and in his countenance
   Such as appears the tremulous morning star.

His arms he opened, and opened then his wings;
   "Come," said he, "near at hand here are the steps,
   And easy from henceforth is the ascent."

At this announcement few are they who come!
   O human creatures, born to soar aloft,
   Why fall ye thus before a little wind?

He led us on to where the rock was cleft;
   There smote upon my forehead with his wings,
   Then a safe passage promised unto me.

As on the right hand, to ascend the mount
   Where seated is the church that lordeth it
   O'er the well-guided, above Rubaconte,

The bold abruptness of the ascent is broken
   By stairways that were made there in the age
   When still were safe the ledger and the stave,

E'en thus attempered is the bank which falls
   Sheer downward from the second circle there;
   But on this, side and that the high rock graze.

As we were turning thitherward our persons,
   "Beati pauperes spiritu," voices
   Sang in such wise that speech could tell it not.

Ah me! how different are these entrances
   From the Infernal! for with anthems here
   One enters, and below with wild laments.

We now were hunting up the sacred stairs,
   And it appeared to me by far more easy
   Than on the plain it had appeared before.

Whence I: "My Master, say, what heavy thing
   Has been uplifted from me, so that hardly
   Aught of fatigue is felt by me in walking?"

He answered: "When the P's which have remained
   Still on thy face almost obliterate
   Shall wholly, as the first is, be erased,

Thy feet will be so vanquished by good will,
   That not alone they shall not feel fatigue,
   But urging up will be to them delight."

Then did I even as they do who are going
   With something on the head to them unknown,
   Unless the signs of others make them doubt,

Wherefore the hand to ascertain is helpful,
   And seeks and finds, and doth fulfill the office
   Which cannot be accomplished by the sight;

And with the fingers of the right hand spread
   I found but six the letters, that had carved
   Upon my temples he who bore the keys;

Upon beholding which my Leader smiled.