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Dante Alighieri (1265–1321). The Divine Comedy.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

Purgatory

Canto XIX ARGUMENT.—The Poet, after describing his dream, relates how, at the summoning of an Angel, he ascends with Virgil to the fifth cornice, where the sin of avarice is cleansed, and where he finds Pope Adrian the fifth.

IT was the hour, when of diurnal heat

No reliques chafe the cold beams of the moon,

O’erpower’d by earth, or planetary sway

Of Saturn; and the geomancer sees

His Greater Fortune up the east ascend,

Where gray dawn checkers first the shadowy cone,

When, ’fore me in my dream, a woman’s shape

There came, with lips that stammer’d, eyes aslant,

Distorted feet, hands maim’d, and colour pale.

I look’d upon her: and, as sunshine cheers

Limbs numb’d by nightly cold, e’en thus my look

Unloosed her tongue; next, in brief space, her form

Decrepit raised erect, and faded face

With love’s own hue illumed. Recovering speech,

She forthwith, warbling, such a strain began,

That I, how loth soe’er, could scarce have held

Attention from the song. “I,” thus she sang,

“I am the Syren, she, whom mariners

On the wide sea are wilder’d when they hear;

Such fullness of delight the listener feels.

I, from his course, Ulysses by my lay

Enchanted drew. Whoe’er frequents me once,

Parts seldom: so I charm him, and his heart

Contented knows no void.” Or ere her mouth

Was closed, to shame her, at my side appear’d

A dame of semblance holy. With stern voice

She utter’d: “Say, O Virgil! who is this?”

Which hearing, he approach’d, with eyes still bent

Toward that goodly presence: the other seized her,

And, her robes tearing, open’d her before,

And show’d the belly to me, whence a smell,

Exhaling loathsome, waked me. Round I turn’d

Mine eyes: and thus the teacher: “At the least

Three times my voice hath call’d thee. Rise, begone.

Let us the opening find where thou mayst pass.”

I straightway rose. Now day, pour’d down from high,

Fill’d all the circuits of the sacred mount;

And, as we journey’d, on our shoulder smote

The early ray. I follow’d, stooping low

My forehead, as a man, o’ercharged with thought,

Who bends him to the likeness of an arch

That midway spans the flood; when thus I heard,

“Come, enter here,” in tone so soft and mild,

As never met the ear on mortal strand.

With swan-like wings dispred and pointing up,

Who thus had spoken marshal’d us along,

Where, each side of the solid masonry,

The sloping walls retired; then moved his plumes,

And fanning us, affirm’d that those, who mourn,

Are blessed, for that comfort shall be theirs.

“What aileth thee, that still thou look’st to earth?”

Began my leader; while the angelic shape

A little over us his station took.

“New vision,” I replied, “hath raised in me

Surmisings strange and anxious doubts, whereon

My soul intent allows no other thought

Or room, or entrance.”—“Hast thou seen,” said he

“That old enchantress, her, whose wiles alone

The spirits o’er us weep for? Hast thou seen

How man may free him of her bonds? Enough.

Let thy heels spurn the earth; and thy raised ken

Fix on the lure, which Heaven’s eternal King

Whirls in the rolling spheres.” As on his feet

The falcon first looks down, then to the sky

Turns, and forth stretches eager for the food,

That woos him thither; so the call I heard:

So onward, far as the dividing rock

Gave way, I journey’d, till the plain was reach’d.

On the fifth circle when I stood at large,

A race appear’d before me, on the ground

All downward lying prone and weeping sore.

“My soul hath cleaved to the dust,” I heard

With sighs so deep, they well nigh choked the words.

“O ye elect of God! whose penal woes

Both hope and justice mitigate, direct

Towards the steep rising our uncertain way.”

“If ye approach secure from this our doom,

Prostration, and would urge your course with speed,

See that ye still to rightward keep the brink.”

So them the bard besought; and such the words,

Beyond us some short space, in answer came.

I noted what remain’d yet hidden from them:

Thence to my liege’s eyes mine eyes I bent,

And he, forthwith interpreting their suit,

Beckon’d his glad assent. Free then to act

As pleased me, I drew near, and took my stand

Over that shade whose words I late had mark’d.

And, “Spirit!” I said, “in whom repentant tears

Mature that blessed hour when thou with God

Shalt find acceptance, for a while suspend

For me that mightier care. Say who thou wast;

Why thus ye grovel on your bellies prone;

And if, in aught, ye wish my service there,

Whence living I am come.” He answering spake:

“The cause why Heaven our back towards his cope

Reverses, shalt thou know: but me know first,

The successor of Peter, and the name

And title of my lineage, from that stream

That ’twixt Chiaveri and Siestri draws

His limpid waters through the lowly glen.

A month and little more by proof I learnt,

With what a weight that robe of sovereignty

Upon his shoulder rests, who from the mire

Would guard it; that each other fardel seems

But feathers in the balance. Late, alas!

Was my conversion: but, when I became

Rome’s pastor, I discerned at once the dream

And cozenage of life; saw that the heart

Rested not there, and yet no prouder height

Lured on the climber: whereof, of that life

No more enamor’d, in my bosom love

Of purer being kindled. For till then

I was a soul in misery, alienate

From God, and covetous of all earthly things;

Now, as thou seest, here punish’d for my doting.

Such cleansing from the taint of avarice,

Do spirits, converted, need. This mount inflicts

No direr penalty. E’en as our eyes

Fasten’d below, nor e’er to loftier clime

Were lifted; thus hath justice level’d us,

Here on the earth. As avarice quench’d our love

Of good, without which is no working; thus

Here justice holds us prison’d, hand and foot

Chain’d down and bound, while Heaven’s just Lord shall please,

So long to tarry, motionless, outstretch’d.”

My knees I stoop’d, and would have spoke; but he,

Ere my beginning, by his ear perceived

I did him reverence; and “What cause,” said he,

“Hath bow’d thee thus?”—“Compunction,” I rejoin’d,

“And inward awe of your high dignity.”

“Up,” he exclaim’d, “brother! upon thy feet

Arise; err not: thy fellow-servant I,

(Thine and all others’) of one Sovran Power.

If thou hast ever mark’d those holy sounds

Of gospel truth, ‘nor shall be given in marriage,’

Thou mayst discern the reasons of my speech.

Go thy ways now; and linger here no more.

Thy tarrying is a let unto the tears,

With which I hasten that whereof thou spakest.

I have on earth a kinswoman; her name

Alagia, worthy in herself, so ill

Example of our house corrupt her not:

And she is all remaineth of me there.”