Purgatorio: CantoIX
TheconcubineofoldTithonusnow
Gleamedwhiteupontheeasternbalcony,
Forthfromthearmsofhersweetparamour;
Withgemsherforeheadallrelucentwas,
Setintheshapeofthatcoldanimal
Whichwithitstaildothsmiteamainthenations,
Andofthesteps, withwhichshemounts, theNight
Hadtakentwointhatplacewherewewere,
Andnowthethirdwasbendingdownitswings;
WhenI, whosomethinghadofAdaminme,
Vanquishedbysleep, uponthegrassreclined,
Therewereallfiveofusalreadysat.
Justatthehourwhenhersadlaybegins
Thelittleswallow, nearuntothemorning,
Perchanceinmemoryofherformerwoes,
Andwhenthemindofman, awanderer
Morefromtheflesh, andlessbythoughtimprisoned,
Almostpropheticinitsvisionsis,
IndreamsitseemedtomeIsawsuspended
Aneagleinthesky, withplumesofgold,
Withwingswideopen, andintenttostoop,
Andthis, itseemedtome, waswherehadbeen
ByGanymedehiskithandkinabandoned,
Whentothehighconsistoryhewasrapt.
Ithoughtwithinmyself, perchancehestrikes
Fromhabitonlyhere, andfromelsewhere
Disdainstobearupanyinhisfeet.
Thenwheelingsomewhatmore, itseemedtome,
Terribleasthelightninghedescended,
Andsnatchedmeupwardeventothefire.
ThereinitseemedthatheandIwereburning,
Andtheimaginedfiredidscorchmeso,
Thatofnecessitymysleepwasbroken.
NototherwiseAchillesstartedup,
Aroundhimturninghisawakenedeyes,
Andknowingnottheplaceinwhichhewas,
WhattimefromChironstealthilyhismother
CarriedhimsleepinginherarmstoScyros,
WherefromtheGreekswithdrewhimafterwards,
ThanIupstarted, whenfromoffmyface

