| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | II. Dante | | By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882) |
| | | TUSCAN, that wanderest through the realms of gloom, | |
| With thoughtful pace, and sad, majestic eyes, | |
| Stern thoughts and awful from thy soul arise, | |
| Like Farinata from his fiery tomb. | |
| Thy sacred song is like the trump of doom; | 5 |
| Yet in thy heart what human sympathies, | |
| What soft compassion glows, as in the skies | |
| The tender stars their clouded lamps relume! | |
| Methinks I see thee stand, with pallid cheeks, | |
| By Fra Hilario in his diocese, | 10 |
| As up the convent-walls, in golden streaks, | |
| The ascending sunbeams mark the day’s decrease; | |
| And, as he asks what there the stranger seeks, | |
| Thy voice along the cloister whispers, “Peace!” | | | | |
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