The Divine Comedy by Dante: The Vision Of Purgatory: Canto VII

After their courteous greetings joyfully     Sev'n times exchang'd, Sordello backward drew     Exclaiming, "Who are ye?" "Before this mount     By spirits worthy of ascent to God     Was sought, my bones had by Octavius' care     Been buried. I am Virgil, for no sin     Depriv'd of heav'n, except for lack of faith."     So answer'd him in few my gentle guide.     As one, who aught before him suddenly     Beholding, whence his wonder riseth, cries     "It is yet is not," wav'ring in belief;     Such he appear'd; then downward bent his eyes,     And drawing near with reverential step,     Caught him, where of mean estate might clasp     His lord. "Glory of Latium!" he exclaim'd,     "In whom our tongue its utmost power display'd!     Boast of my honor'd birth-place! what desert     Of mine, what favour rather undeserv'd,     Shows thee to me? If I to hear that voice     Am worthy, say if from below thou com'st     And from what cloister's pale?"--"Through every orb     Of that sad region," he reply'd, "thus far     Am I arriv'd, by heav'nly influence led     And with such aid I come. There is a place     There underneath, not made by torments sad,     But by dun shades alone; where mourning's voice     Sounds not of anguish sharp, but breathes in sighs.     "There I with little innocents abide,     Who by death's fangs were bitten, ere exempt     From human taint. There I with those abide,     Who the three holy virtues put not on,     But understood the rest, and without blame     Follow'd them all. But if thou know'st and canst,     Direct us, how we soonest may arrive,     Where Purgatory its true beginning takes."     He answer'd thus: "We have no certain place     Assign'd us: upwards I may go or round,     Far as I can, I join thee for thy guide.     But thou beholdest now how day declines:     And upwards to proceed by night, our power     Excels: therefore it may be well to choose     A place of pleasant sojourn. To the right     Some spirits sit apart retir'd. If thou     Consentest, I to these will lead thy steps:     And thou wilt know them, not without delight."     "How chances this?" was answer'd; "who so wish'd     To ascend by night, would he be thence debarr'd     By other, or through his own weakness fail?"     The good Sordello then, along the ground     Trailing his finger, spoke: "Only this line     Thou shalt not overpass, soon as the sun     Hath disappear'd; not that aught else impedes     Thy going upwards, save the shades of night.     These with the wont of power perplex the will.     With them thou haply mightst return beneath,     Or to and fro around the mountain's side     Wander, while day is in the horizon shut."     My master straight, as wond'ring at his speech,     Exclaim'd: "Then lead us quickly, where thou sayst,     That, while we stay, we may enjoy delight."     A little space we were remov'd from thence,     When I perceiv'd the mountain hollow'd out.     Ev'n as large valleys hollow'd out on earth,     "That way," the' escorting spirit cried, "we go,     Where in a bosom the high bank recedes:     And thou await renewal of the day."     Betwixt the steep and plain a crooked path     Led us traverse into the ridge's side,     Where more than half the sloping edge expires.     Refulgent gold, and silver thrice refin'd,     And scarlet grain and ceruse, Indian wood     Of lucid dye serene, fresh emeralds     But newly broken, by the herbs and flowers     Plac'd in that fair recess, in color all     Had been surpass'd, as great surpasses less.     Nor nature only there lavish'd her hues,     But of the sweetness of a thousand smells     A rare and undistinguish'd fragrance made.     "Salve Regina," on the grass and flowers     Here chanting I beheld those spirits sit     Who not beyond the valley could be seen.     "Before the west'ring sun sink to his bed,"     Began the Mantuan, who our steps had turn'd,     "'Mid those desires not that I lead ye on.     For from this eminence ye shall discern     Better the acts and visages of all,     Than in the nether vale among them mix'd.     He, who sits high above the rest, and seems     To have neglected that he should have done,     And to the others' song moves not his lip,     The Emperor Rodolph call, who might have heal'd     The wounds whereof fair Italy hath died,     So that by others she revives but slowly,     He, who with kindly visage comforts him,     Sway'd in that country, where the water springs,     That Moldaw's river to the Elbe, and Elbe     Rolls to the ocean: Ottocar his name:     Who in his swaddling clothes was of more worth     Than Winceslaus his son, a bearded man,     Pamper'd with rank luxuriousness and ease.     And that one with the nose depress, who close     In counsel seems with him of gentle look,     Flying expir'd, with'ring the lily's flower.     Look there how he doth knock against his breast!     The other ye behold, who for his cheek     Makes of one hand a couch, with frequent sighs.     They are the father and the father-in-law     Of Gallia's bane: his vicious life they know     And foul; thence comes the grief that rends them thus.     "He, so robust of limb, who measure keeps     In song, with him of feature prominent,     With ev'ry virtue bore his girdle brac'd.     And if that stripling who behinds him sits,     King after him had liv'd, his virtue then     From vessel to like vessel had been pour'd;     Which may not of the other heirs be said.     By James and Frederick his realms are held;     Neither the better heritage obtains.     Rarely into the branches of the tree     Doth human worth mount up; and so ordains     He who bestows it, that as his free gift     It may be call'd. To Charles my words apply     No less than to his brother in the song;     Which Pouille and Provence now with grief confess.     So much that plant degenerates from its seed,     As more than Beatrice and Margaret     Costanza still boasts of her valorous spouse.     "Behold the king of simple life and plain,     Harry of England, sitting there alone:     He through his branches better issue spreads.     "That one, who on the ground beneath the rest     Sits lowest, yet his gaze directs aloft,     Us William, that brave Marquis, for whose cause     The deed of Alexandria and his war     Makes Conferrat and Canavese weep."