The vision of hell. Dante Alighieri

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       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,

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