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.