Dante’s Inferno

IN the midway of this our mortal life,I found me in a gloomy wood, astrayGone from the path direct: and e’en to tellIt were no easy task, how savage wildThat forest, how robust and rough its growth,Which to remember only, my dismayRenews, in bitterness not far from death.Yet to discourse of what there good befell,All else will I relate discover’d there.How first I enter’d it I scarce can say,Such sleepy dullness in that instant weigh’dMy senses down, when the true path I left,But when a mountain’s foot I reach’d, where clos’dThe valley, that had pierc’d my heart with dread,I look’d aloft, and saw his shoulders broadAlready vested with that planet’s beam,Who leads all wanderers safe through every way.