Friday, November 18, 2011

Paradise 3/8

Ah, bring swift compensation to my wish,
Thou blessed spirit, I said, and give me proof

That what I think in thee I can reflect !

Whereat the light, that still was new to me,
Out of its depths, whence it before was singing,
As one delighted to do good, continued:

Within that region of the land depraved
Of Italy, that lies between Rialto

And fountain heads of Brenta and of Piava,

Rises a hill, and mounts not very high,
Wherefrom descended formerly a torch
That made upon that region great assault.

Out of one root were born both I and it;
Cunizza was I called, and here I shine
Because the splendour of this star o'ercame me

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