Inferno: Canto XIX
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Dante Alighieri and Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
I think in sooth that it my Leader pleased, With such contented lip he listened ever Unto the sound of the true words expressed.
Therefore with both his arms he took me up, And when he had me all upon his breast, Remounted by the way where he descended.
Nor did he tire to have me clasped to him; But bore me to the summit of the arch Which from the fourth dike to the fifth is passage.
There tenderly he laid his burden down, Tenderly on the crag uneven and steep, That would have been hard passage for the goats:
Thence was unveiled to me another valley.