Dante's Inferno

Midway upon the journey of our life

  I found myself within a forest dark,

  For the straightforward pathway had been lost.

Ah me! how hard a thing it is to say

  What was this forest savage, rough, and stern,

  Which in the very thought renews the fear.

So bitter is it, death is little more;

  But of the good to treat, which there I found,

  Speak will I of the other things I saw there.

I cannot well repeat how there I entered,

  So full was I of slumber at the moment

  In which I had abandoned the true way.

But after I had reached a mountain's foot,

  At that point where the valley terminated,

  Which had with consternation pierced my heart,

Upward I looked, and I beheld its shoulders,

  Vested already with that planet's rays

  Which leadeth others right by every road.

Then was the fear a little quieted

  That in my heart's lake had endured throughout

  The night, which I had passed so piteously.

And even as he, who, with distressful breath,

  Forth issued from the sea upon the shore,

  Turns to the water perilous and gazes;

So did my soul, that still was fleeing onward,

  Turn itself back to re-behold the pass

  Which never yet a living person left.

After my weary body I had rested,

  The way resumed I on the desert slope,

  So that the firm foot ever was the lower.

And lo! almost where the ascent began,

  A panther light and swift exceedingly,

  Which with a spotted skin was covered o'er!

And never moved she from before my face,

  Nay, rather did impede so much my way,

  That many times I to return had turned.

[From The Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri, translated by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow]