The Battle of Darkness and Light . Джон Мильтон

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      Thy genius slumbers, if it deem it not

       For special reason so pre-eminent

       In height, and so inverted in its summit.

      And if thy vain imaginings had not been

       Water of Elsa round about thy mind,

       And Pyramus to the mulberry, their pleasure,

      Thou by so many circumstances only

       The justice of the interdict of God

       Morally in the tree wouldst recognize.

      But since I see thee in thine intellect

       Converted into stone and stained with sin,

       So that the light of my discourse doth daze thee,

      I will too, if not written, at least painted,

       Thou bear it back within thee, for the reason

       That cinct with palm the pilgrim's staff is borne."

      And I: "As by a signet is the wax

       Which does not change the figure stamped upon it,

       My brain is now imprinted by yourself.

      But wherefore so beyond my power of sight

       Soars your desirable discourse, that aye

       The more I strive, so much the more I lose it?"

      "That thou mayst recognize," she said, "the school

       Which thou hast followed, and mayst see how far

       Its doctrine follows after my discourse,

      And mayst behold your path from the divine

       Distant as far as separated is

       From earth the heaven that highest hastens on."

      Whence her I answered: "I do not remember

       That ever I estranged myself from you,

       Nor have I conscience of it that reproves me."

      "And if thou art not able to remember,"

       Smiling she answered, "recollect thee now

       That thou this very day hast drunk of Lethe;

      And if from smoke a fire may be inferred,

       Such an oblivion clearly demonstrates

       Some error in thy will elsewhere intent.

      Truly from this time forward shall my words

       Be naked, so far as it is befitting

       To lay them open unto thy rude gaze."

      And more coruscant and with slower steps

       The sun was holding the meridian circle,

       Which, with the point of view, shifts here and there

      When halted (as he cometh to a halt,

       Who goes before a squadron as its escort,

       If something new he find upon his way)

      The ladies seven at a dark shadow's edge,

       Such as, beneath green leaves and branches black,

       The Alp upon its frigid border wears.

      In front of them the Tigris and Euphrates

       Methought I saw forth issue from one fountain,

       And slowly part, like friends, from one another.

      "O light, O glory of the human race!

       What stream is this which here unfolds itself

       From out one source, and from itself withdraws?"

      For such a prayer, 'twas said unto me, "Pray

       Matilda that she tell thee;" and here answered,

       As one does who doth free himself from blame,

      The beautiful lady: "This and other things

       Were told to him by me; and sure I am

       The water of Lethe has not hid them from him."

      And Beatrice: "Perhaps a greater care,

       Which oftentimes our memory takes away,

       Has made the vision of his mind obscure.

      But Eunoe behold, that yonder rises;

       Lead him to it, and, as thou art accustomed,

       Revive again the half-dead virtue in him."

      Like gentle soul, that maketh no excuse,

       But makes its own will of another's will

       As soon as by a sign it is disclosed,

      Even so, when she had taken hold of me,

       The beautiful lady moved, and unto Statius

       Said, in her womanly manner, "Come with him."

      If, Reader, I possessed a longer space

       For writing it, I yet would sing in part

       Of the sweet draught that ne'er would satiate me;

      But inasmuch as full are all the leaves

       Made ready for this second canticle,

       The curb of art no farther lets me go.

      From the most holy water I returned

       Regenerate, in the manner of new trees

       That are renewed with a new foliage,

      Pure and disposed to mount unto the stars.

      The Divine Comedy translated by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

       Table of Contents

       I. The Ascent to the First Heaven. The Sphere of Fire.

       II. The First Heaven, the Moon: Spirits who, having taken Sacred Vows, were forced to violate

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