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[In an elegant script, the original Italian of the Dantean verse.
An English translation follows:]
As when an entering tempest rends The brooding heat, and nought its course can stay, That through the forest its dividing way Tears open, and tramples down, and strips, and bends, And levels. The wild things in the woods that be Cower down. The herdsmen from its trumpets flee. With clouds of dust to trace its course it goes, Superb, and leaving ruin. Such sound arose. And he that held me loosened mine eyes, and said, "Look back, and see what foam the black waves bear."