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Then I raised my face again to the high mysteries.

               
They moved so slowly toward us

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even newly wedded brides would have outpaced them.   

               
The lady scolded: ‘Why is your desire so set   

               
on the display of living lights

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that you have failed to note what comes behind them?’

               
Then I saw people, clad in white, who followed,   

               
as though led by the lights, their garments

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of a whiteness never seen on earth.

               
The water to my left was all aglow   

               
and like a shimmering glass gave back

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an image of my left side if I turned to look.

               
When I was at a point on my edge of the bank,

               
where only the river flowed between us,

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I paused to have a better view

               
and saw the flames advance,   

               
leaving behind them painted air

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as though they had been brushes in a painter’s hand,

               
so that above us blazed in streaks

               
the seven bands in all the hues the sun

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takes for his bow and Delia for her girdle.

               
These banners stretched beyond my sight.   

               
As near as I could judge,

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the outermost were set ten paces from each other.

               
Beneath so fair a sky as I describe

               
twenty-four elders, two by two,   

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came crowned with lilies.

               
All were singing: ‘Blessèd are you   

               
among the daughters of Adam

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and blessèd is your loveliness forever!’

               
When the flowers and the verdant grasses

               
across the river on the other bank

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were left barren of those chosen people,

               
as, in the heavens, light comes after light,

               
four living creatures followed them,   

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each crowned with green-leaved wreaths,

               
and every one had six wings as his plumage,   

               
wings so full of eyes that the eyes of Argus,

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were they to come alive, would be just like them.

               
To describe their forms, reader, I do not spend   

               
more rhymes, for other outlay so constrains me

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I cannot deal more lavishly in this.

               
Go read Ezechiel who depicts them as he saw them,   

               
descending from the frigid zone

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in wind and cloud and fire.

               
And just as you shall find them on his pages,

               
such were they there—but for the wings,

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where John accords with me and not with him.   

               
These four marked off a space that held   

               
a two-wheeled chariot of triumph,

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drawn along behind a griffin’s neck.   

               
The griffin lifted both its wings between   

               
the middle band of light and the two sets of three

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so that it did not cut through any band,

               
wings raised so high that they were lost to sight.

               
Its parts were golden where it was a bird,   

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and all the rest of it was white, with some vermilion.

               
Never did Rome give joy to Africanus,   

               
nor indeed Augustus, with such a splendid car.

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Compared to it, the sun’s would seem but poor—

               
the chariot of the sun, which, gone astray,

               
at the pious prayer of Earth

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was quite consumed in Jove’s mysterious justice.

               
Then came three ladies dancing in a round   

               
near the right wheel, one so flaming red

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she hardly would be noticed in a fire.

               
Another seemed as though her flesh and bones

               
were made of emerald, while the third

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seemed white as is new-fallen snow.

               
Sometimes it seemed the white, and now the red,

               
led in the dance. And from the red one’s song

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the others took their movements, quick or slow.

               
Four other ladies, dressed in purple,   

               
were dancing at the left, keeping to the cadence

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the three-eyed one among them set.

               
Behind the group I have described   

               
I made out two old men, unlike in their attire

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but alike in bearing, honorable and grave.

               
One showed himself conjoined with those

               
who follow great Hippocrates,

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whom nature shaped for creatures she loves most,

               
while the other showed a different disposition,

               
his sword so bright and sharp

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that even from across the stream it made me fear.

               
Then I saw four, humble in their aspect,   

               
and, after them, an old man came alone and walked

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as though he slept, despite his keen expression.

               
All seven of these were dressed just like the group   

               
that first appeared, except they did not have

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garlands of lilies around their heads—

               
theirs were of roses and other crimson flowers.

               
From just a little farther off one would have sworn

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that they were all on fire above the eyebrows.

               
And when the chariot stood across the stream from me   

               
a thunder-clap was heard and all that worthy throng

               
seemed forbidden to go farther and they stopped

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behind the banners that had come before them.

OUTLINE: PURGATORIO XXX

The Church Triumphant in the Garden: climax

1–7
   
simile (1): when the chariot, which showed each there his duty, just as the North Star guides earthly helmsmen to port, came to a stop, the Hebrew Scriptures turn around to face it
8–12
   
one of them sings “Veni, sponsa, de Libano” three times, followed by the others
13–18
   
simile (2): the saved souls at Resurrection and 100 angels on the chariot
19–21
   
they chant and throw lilies over and around the chariot
22–33
   
simile (3): sunrise observed by Dante through a cloud and Beatrice observed by Dante through the flowers flung by the angels; olive-crowned, she is behind a white veil, wearing green and red garments
34–39
   
Dante feels again, even though he cannot yet discern her features, the power of his great love for Beatrice
40–42
   
Dante turns toward Virgil
43–45
   
simile (4): he is like a child running to his mother in distress
46–54
   
only to find him gone; Dante’s tears
55–57
   
Beatrice: “Dante, do not weep for Virgil; I will give you true cause for tears”
58–66
   
simile (5): admiral urging on men on other ships as Beatrice looks at Dante across the stream
67–75
   
veiled, she angrily berates Dante for his tears
76–78
   
Dante is ashamed at his reflection in Lethe
79–81
   
simile (6): mother scolding child and Beatrice chiding Dante
82–84
   
the angels intercede for Dante, reciting Psalm 30:1–9
85–99
   
simile (7): Italian ice/candle:African wind/flame: :angelic intercession: Dante’s tears
100–108
   
Beatrice’s justification of her anger to the angels
109–145
   
Beatrice’s “Life of Dante”: Alighieri’s rise and fall
109–117
   
he was singled out by God’s stars at his birth and by His special grace so that, in his youth, he was disposed for great things
118–120
   
but weeds grow bigger in good soil
121–123
   
still, in his youth she led him well
124–141
   
after she died, he gave himself to another; and, where she was now better, he loved her less, following false images of good; and he disregarded messages from her, in dream and in other form; there was nothing to do but to send him to hell; and so she went to Limbo and, by means of tearful prayer, summoned the one who brought him up here
142–145
   
and so it is right that he undergo penance
PURGATORIO XXX

               
When the seven-starred Wain of highest heaven—   

               
which never sets and never rises

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and never wore a veil of fog except for sin

               
and which had made all of them mindful of their duty,

               
as lower down those seven stars direct

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the helmsman making for his port—

               
came to a stop, the chosen people

               
that first appeared between it and the griffin   

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turned toward the chariot as to their peace.

               
One of them, who seemed dispatched from Heaven,   

               
sang out aloud three times:
‘Veni, sponsa,

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de Libano,’
and all the others echoed him.

               
As quickly as from their graves at the last trumpet   

               
the blessèd shall arise, their voices

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rejoined to flesh in joyous Hallelujahs,

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