The divine comedy Page 1
DIVINE COMEDY -PURGATORIO
TO run o’er better waters hoists its sail 1
The little vessel of my genius now,
That leaves behind itself a sea so cruel;
And of that second kingdom will I sing
Wherein the human spirit doth purge itself,
And to ascend to heaven becometh worthy.
Let dead Poesy here rise again,
O holy Muses, since that I am yours,
And here Calliope somewhat ascend, 2
My song accompanying with that sound,
Of which the miserable magpies felt 3
The blow so great, that they despaired of pardon.
Sweet colour of the oriental sapphire,
1The Mountain of Purgatory is a vast conical mountain, rising steep and high from