Francesca of Rimini

FROM THE INFERNO OF DANTE.

CANTO THE FIFTH.

"The Land where I was born sits by the SeasUpon that shore to which the Po descends,With all his followers, in search of peace.5Love, which the gentle heart soon apprehends,Seized him for the fair person which was ta'enFrom me, and me even yet the mode offends.Love, who to none beloved to love againRemits, seized me with wish to please, so strong,10That, as thou see'st, yet, yet it doth remain.Love to one death conducted us along,But Caina waits for him our life who ended:"These were the accents uttered by her tongue.--Since I first listened to these Souls offended,15I bowed my visage, and so kept it till--'What think'st thou?' said the bard; when I unbended,And recommenced: 'Alas! unto such illHow many sweet thoughts, what strong ecstacies,Led these their evil fortune to fulfill!'20And then I turned unto their side my eyes,And said, 'Francesca, thy sad destiniesHave made me sorrow till the tears arise.But tell me, in the Season of sweet sighs,By what and how thy Love to Passion rose,25So as his dim desires to recognize?'Then she to me: 'The greatest of all woesIs to remind us of our happy daysIn misery, and that thy teacher knows.But if to learn our Passion's first root preys30Upon thy spirit with such Sympathy,I will do even as he who weeps and says.We read one day for pastime, seated nigh,Of Lancilot, how Love enchained him too.We were alone, quite unsuspiciously.35But oft our eyes met, and our Cheeks in hueAll o'er discoloured by that reading were;But one point only wholly us o'erthrew;When we read the long-sighed-for smile of her,To be thus kissed by such devoted lover,40He, who from me can be divided ne'er,Kissed my mouth, trembling in the act all over:Accurséd was the book and he who wrote!That day no further leaf we did uncover.'While thus one Spirit told us of their lot,45The other wept, so that with Pity's thrallsI swooned, as if by Death I had been smote,And fell down even as a dead body falls."