The Divine Comedy (Complete‪)‬

IN the midway of this our mortal life,

I found me in a gloomy wood, astray

Gone from the path direct: and e'en to tell

It were no easy task, how savage wild

That forest, how robust and rough its growth,

Which to remember only, my dismay

Renews, in bitterness not far from death.

Yet to discourse of what there good befell,

All else will I relate discover'd there.

How first I enter'd it I scarce can say,

Such sleepy dullness in that instant weigh'd

My senses down, when the true path I left,

But when a mountain's foot I reach'd, where clos'd

The valley, that had pierc'd my heart with dread,

I look'd aloft, and saw his shoulders broad

Already vested with that planet's beam,

Who leads all wanderers safe through every way.


Then was a little respite to the fear,

That in my heart's recesses deep had lain,

All of that night, so pitifully pass'd:

And as a man, with difficult short breath,

Forespent with toiling, 'scap'd from sea to shore,

Turns to the perilous wide waste, and stands

At gaze; e'en so my spirit, that yet fail'd

Struggling with terror, turn'd to view the straits,

That none hath pass'd and liv'd.  My weary frame

After short pause recomforted, again

I journey'd on over that lonely steep,

The hinder foot still firmer.  Scarce the ascent

Began, when, lo! a panther, nimble, light,

And cover'd with a speckled skin, appear'd,

Nor, when it saw me, vanish'd, rather strove

To check my onward going; that ofttimes

With purpose to retrace my steps I turn'd.


The hour was morning's prime, and on his way

Aloft the sun ascended with those stars,

That with him rose, when Love divine first mov'd

Those its fair works: so that with joyous hope

All things conspir'd to fill me, the gay skin

Of that swift animal, the matin dawn

And the sweet season.  Soon that joy was chas'd,

And by new dread succeeded, when in view

A lion came, 'gainst me, as it appear'd,