She locked her lips; she left me where I stood: "Glory to God," she sang, and past afar, Thridding the somber boskage of the wood, hic ut Toward the morning star. Losing her carol, I stood pensively, As one that from a casement leans his head, When midnight bells cease ringing suddenly, And the old year is dead. "Alas! alas!" a low voice, full of care, Murmured beside me: "Turn and look on me; I am that Rosamond, whom men call fair, If what I was I be.1 "Would I had been some maiden coarse and poor! Those dragon eyes of angered Eleanor She ceased in tears, fallen from hope and trust; With that sharp sound the white dawn's creeping beams, Of folded sleep. The captain of my dreams Jair 1 "Fair Rosamond," the mistress of King Henry II of England, was killed, according to legend, by the King's wife, Eleanor. 2 Fulvia was the wife of Mark Antony, and was therefore hated by the speaker-Cleopatra as a rival. Morn broadened on the borders of the dark margaret Ropes Or her who knew that Love can vanquish Death, No memory labors longer from the deep Each little sound and sight. With what dull pain Compassed, how eagerly I sought to strike Into that wondrous track of dreams again! But no two dreams are like. As when a soul laments, which hath been blest, In yearnings that can never be expressed By signs or groans or tears; 1 Sir Thomas More was beheaded on the morning of July 6, 1535. According to one of his sixteenth-century biographers, his head, which was put on a pole and exhibited on London Bridge, was privately purchased by his favorite daughter, Margaret, within a month of its exposure, and was preserved by her in spices until her death in 1544. (Dictionary of National Biography, article on Sir Thomas More.) Margaret "was buried at St. Dunstan's, Canterbury, but in the year 1715 the vault was opened, and it is stated that she was found in her coffin, clasping the small leaden box which inclosed her father's head [from the author's note]." 2 Edward I of England, while on a crusade, was wounded by an assassin's dagger, which was believed to have been poisoned. According to legend, his beautiful queen, Eleanor of Castile, sucked the poison from the wound and thus saved his life. Because all words, tho' culled with choicest art, Alfred Tennyson 41 DA PAOLO AND FRANCESCA1 ANTE, guided by the shade of Virgil, is journeying downward through the nine circles of Hell, and has arrived at the second, to which those are doomed who have sinned through sensuality. From the first circle thus I made descent Down to the second, whose contracted rim Girdles so much more woe it goads lament.2 There Minos stands and snarls with clamor grim, Examines the transgressions at the gate, Judges, and sends as he encircles him. Yea, when the spirit born to evil fate Before him comes confessing all, that fell Seeing what place belongs to it in Hell, Entwines him with his tail such times as show How many circles down he bids it dwell. Always before him many wait; they go All turn by turn to sentence for their sin: They tell and hear and then are whirled below. 1 The fifth canto of the Inferno. From Anderson's Divine Comed copyright, 1921, by World Book Company, publishers, Yonkers-on-Huds New York. 2 The pain is so great that the sufferers cry out. 3 The "fell distinguisher" is Minos. "O thou that comest to the woeful inn!" As soon as he beheld me, Minos cried, Leaving the act of so great discipline,1 "Beware to enter, beware in whom confide, Be not deceived by wideness of the door.""Why dost thou also clamor?" said my Guide, "Bar not his going fated from before: Thus it is willed up yonder where is might To bring the will to pass, and ask no more.”. Which bellows like a sea where thunders roll The infernal hurricane beyond control Sweeps on and on with ravishment malign Are damned the sinners of the carnal sting, Either of rest or even less bitter woe. Draw out their aery file and chant the dirge, Turning aside from his duties as judge. So saw I, and I heard them making moan, Shadows who on that storm-blast whirl and surge: Whence I: "Who, Master, are those tempest-flung, Round whom the black air whistles like a scourge?"— "The first," said he, "that multitude among, Of whom thou seekest knowledge more precise, Was empress over many a tribe and tongue. Abandoned so was she to wanton vice That, her own stigma so to wipe away, Lust was made licit by her law device.1 That is Semiramis,—as annals say, Consort of Ninus and successor too; 2 Where governs now the Soldan, she held sway. Brought evil years; and great Achilles see "Poet," began I, "fain would I invite Speech with those twain who go a single way 1 She made sensual indulgence lawful. 2 Dido of Carthage, who, as represented in the Eneid, killed herself for love of Æneas, had sworn eternal fidelity to her dead husband, Sichæus. 3 The acquiring or abduction of whom. 4 Achilles did not long survive Hector. He became enamored of a daughter of Priam, and on going to the temple of Apollo to be married was treacherously slain by Paris. |