Innocence Once Lost - Religious Classics Collection. Джон Мильтон

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       Which mars the dignity of every act,

       My mind, that hitherto had been restrained,

      Let loose its faculties as if delighted,

       And I my sight directed to the hill

       That highest tow'rds the heaven uplifts itself.

      The sun, that in our rear was flaming red,

       Was broken in front of me into the figure

       Which had in me the stoppage of its rays;

      Unto one side I turned me, with the fear

       Of being left alone, when I beheld

       Only in front of me the ground obscured.

      "Why dost thou still mistrust?" my Comforter

       Began to say to me turned wholly round;

       "Dost thou not think me with thee, and that I guide thee?

      'Tis evening there already where is buried

       The body within which I cast a shadow;

       'Tis from Brundusium ta'en, and Naples has it.

      Now if in front of me no shadow fall,

       Marvel not at it more than at the heavens,

       Because one ray impedeth not another

      To suffer torments, both of cold and heat,

       Bodies like this that Power provides, which wills

       That how it works be not unveiled to us.

      Insane is he who hopeth that our reason

       Can traverse the illimitable way,

       Which the one Substance in three Persons follows!

      Mortals, remain contented at the 'Quia;'

       For if ye had been able to see all,

       No need there were for Mary to give birth;

      And ye have seen desiring without fruit,

       Those whose desire would have been quieted,

       Which evermore is given them for a grief.

      I speak of Aristotle and of Plato,

       And many others;"—and here bowed his head,

       And more he said not, and remained disturbed.

      We came meanwhile unto the mountain's foot;

       There so precipitate we found the rock,

       That nimble legs would there have been in vain.

      'Twixt Lerici and Turbia, the most desert,

       The most secluded pathway is a stair

       Easy and open, if compared with that.

      "Who knoweth now upon which hand the hill

       Slopes down," my Master said, his footsteps staying,

       "So that who goeth without wings may mount?"

      And while he held his eyes upon the ground

       Examining the nature of the path,

       And I was looking up around the rock,

      On the left hand appeared to me a throng

       Of souls, that moved their feet in our direction,

       And did not seem to move, they came so slowly.

      "Lift up thine eyes," I to the Master said;

       "Behold, on this side, who will give us counsel,

       If thou of thine own self can have it not."

      Then he looked at me, and with frank expression

       Replied: "Let us go there, for they come slowly,

       And thou be steadfast in thy hope, sweet son."

      Still was that people as far off from us,

       After a thousand steps of ours I say,

       As a good thrower with his hand would reach,

      When they all crowded unto the hard masses

       Of the high bank, and motionless stood and close,

       As he stands still to look who goes in doubt.

      "O happy dead! O spirits elect already!"

       Virgilius made beginning, "by that peace

       Which I believe is waiting for you all,

      Tell us upon what side the mountain slopes,

       So that the going up be possible,

       For to lose time irks him most who most knows."

      As sheep come issuing forth from out the fold

       By ones and twos and threes, and the others stand

       Timidly, holding down their eyes and nostrils,

      And what the foremost does the others do,

       Huddling themselves against her, if she stop,

       Simple and quiet and the wherefore know not;

      So moving to approach us thereupon

       I saw the leader of that fortunate flock,

       Modest in face and dignified in gait.

      As soon as those in the advance saw broken

       The light upon the ground at my right side,

       So that from me the shadow reached the rock,

      They stopped, and backward drew themselves somewhat;

       And all the others, who came after them,

       Not knowing why nor wherefore, did the same.

      "Without your asking, I confess to you

       This is a human body which you see,

       Whereby the sunshine on the ground is cleft.

      Marvel ye not thereat, but be persuaded

       That not without a power which comes from Heaven

       Doth he endeavour to surmount this wall."

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