Of the "New Life," his youth's dear book: Adding thereunto: "In such trust I labour, and believe I must Accomplish this which my soul took In charge, if God, my Lord and hers, Leave my life with me a few years."
The trust which he had borne in youth Was all at length accomplished. He At length had written worthily- Yea even of her; no rhymes uncouth 'Twixt tongue and tongue; but by God's aid The first words Italy had said.
Ah! haply now the heavenly guide Was not the last form seen by him : But there that Beatrice stood slim
And bowed in passing at his side,
For whom in youth his heart made moan Then when the city sat alone.*
Clearly herself: the same whom he Met, not past girlhood, in the street, Low-bosomed and with hidden feet; And then as woman perfectly,
In years that followed, many an once,- And now at last among the suns
In that high vision. But indeed It may be memory might recall Last to him then the first of all,—
The child his boyhood bore in heed
Nine years. At length the voice brought peace,"Even I, even I am Beatrice."
Quomodo sedet sola civitas -The words quoted by Dante in the Vita Nuova when he speaks of the death of Beatrice.
All this, being there, we had not seen. Seen only was the shadow wrought On the strong features bound in thought; The vagueness gaining gait and mien ; The white streaks gathering clear to view In the burnt beard the women knew.
For a tale tells that on his track,
As through Verona's streets he went, This saying certain women sent :- "Lo, he that strolls to Hell and back
At will! Behold him, how Hell's reek Has crisped his beard and singed his cheek."
"Whereat" (Boccaccio's words) "he smil'd For pride in fame.” It might be so :
Nevertheless we cannot know
If haply he were not beguil'd
To bitterer mirth, who scarce could tell If he indeed were back from Hell.
So the day came, after a space,
When Dante felt assured that there The sunshine must lie sicklier Even than in any other place,
Save only Florence. When that day Had come, he rose and went his way.
He went and turned out. From his shoes It may be that he shook the dust, As every righteous dealer must Once and again ere life can close:
And unaccomplished destiny Struck cold his forehead, it may be.
No book keeps record how the Prince Sunned himself out of Dante's reach, Nor how the Jester stank in speech :
All this, being there, we had not seen. Scen only was the shadow wrought On the strong features bound in thought; The vagueness gaining gait and mien ; The white streaks gathering clear to view In the burnt beard the women knew.
For a tale tells that on his track,
As through Verona's streets he went, This saying certain women sent :- "Lo, he that strolls to Hell and back
At will! Behold him, how Hell's reek Has crisped his beard and singed his cheek."
"Whereat" (Boccaccio's words) "he smil'd For pride in fame." It might be so : Nevertheless we cannot know
If haply he were not beguil'd
To bitterer mirth, who scarce could tell If he indeed were back from Hell.
So the day came, after a space,
When Dante felt assured that there The sunshine must lie sicklier
Even than in any other place,
Save only Florence. When that day Had come, he rose and went his way.
He went and turned out. From his shoes It may be that he shook the dust, As every righteous dealer must Once and again ere life can close:
And unaccomplished destiny Struck cold his forehead, it may be.
No book keeps record how the Prince Sunned himself out of Dante's reach, Nor how the Jester stank in speech :
While courtiers, used to cringe and wince, Poets and harlots, all the throng,
Let loose their scandal and their song.
No book keeps record if the seat
Which Dante held at his host's board Were sat in next by clerk or lord,- If leman lolled with dainty feet
At ease, or hostage brooded there, Or priest lacked silence for his prayer.
Eat and wash hands, Can Grande ;-scarce We know their deeds now: hands which fed Our Dante with that bitter bread;
And thou the watch-dog of those stairs Which, of all paths his feet knew well,
Were steeper found than Heaven or Hell.
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