Ah me! how hard a thing it is to sayWhat 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 momentIn 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 raysWhich leadeth others right by every road.
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