written another book wherein, treating Of Friendship, he had touched upon words of the consolation of Lelius, a man of highest excellence, on the death of Scipio his friend, I set myself to reading it. And although it was at first difficult for me to enter into their meaning, finally I entered as deeply into it as my command of Latin, and what little wit I had, enabled me to do; by which wit I already began to perceive many things as in a dream; as may be seen in the Vita Nuova. And as it is wont to chance that a man goeth in search of silver and beyond his purpose findeth gold, the which some hidden cause presents, not, I take it, without divine command; so I, who was seeking to console myself, found not only a cure for my tears, but words of authors, and of sciences, and of books, pondering upon which I judged that Philosophy, who was the lady of these authors, of these sciences, and of these books, was a thing supreme; and I conceived her after the fashion of a gentle lady, and I might not conceive her in any attitude save that of compassion; wherefore the sense for truth so loved to gaze upon her that I could scarce turn it away from her; and impelled by this imagination of her, I began to go where she was in very truth revealed, to wit, to the schools of the religious orders, and to the disputations of the philosophers; so that in a short time, I suppose some thirty months, I began to feel so much of her sweetness that the love of her expelled and destroyed every other thought. Wherefore, feeling myself raised from the thought of that first love even to the virtue of this, as though in amazement I opened my mouth in the utterance of the ode before us, expressing my state under the figure of other things; because rhyme in any vernacular was unworthy to speak in open terms of the lady of whom I was enamoured; nor were the hearers so well prepared as to have easily apprehended straightforward words; nor would they have given credence to the true meaning, as they did to the fictitious; and, accordingly, folk did, in fact, altogether believe that I had been disposed to this love, which they did not believe of the other. I began therefore to say: Ye who by intellect the third heaven move.” There seems no occasion to add anything to these passages: they may be allowed to speak for themselves. APPENDIX III I THE MEETING OF DANTE AND BEATRICE IN THE EARTHLY PARADISE Purgatorio, XXX, 22–45, xxxi, xxxii, 1–9. I have beheld, ere now, at break of day, Long while endur'd the sight: thus in a cloud Fell showering, in white veil with olive wreath'd, No shudd'ring terror crept. Mine eyes no more Turn'd me to leftward, panting, like a babe, Throws out clear tokens of reviving fire;" But Virgil had bereav'd us of himself, When 'mid the sail-yards all hands ply aloof; (Turning me at the sound of mine own name, The virgin station'd, who before appear'd Towards me, across the stream, she bent her eyes; Of that stern majesty, which doth surround Of Italy congeal'd, when drifted high And closely pil'd by rough Sclavonian blasts, Did sing, that with the chiming of heav'n's sphere, Their soft compassion, more than could the words "Virgin, why so consum'st him?" then the ice, Congeal'd about my bosom, turn'd itself To spirit and water, and with anguish forth So that nor night nor slumber, with close stealth, The goings on of life: thence with more heed I shape mine answer, for his ear intended, Who there stands weeping, that the sorrow now Through operations of the mighty orbs, |