35.The Beauty Of Pisa In The Afternoon
On each side of a bright river he saw rise a line of brighter palaces,
arched and pillared, and inlaid with deep red porphyry, and with
serpentine(2); along the quays before their gates were riding troops of
knights, noble in face and form, dazzling in crest and shield; horse and
man one labyrinth of quaint colour and gleaming light(3)--the purple, and
silver, and scarlet fringes flowing over the strong limbs and clashing
mail, like sea-waves over rocks at sunset. Opening on each side from the
river were gardens, courts, and cloisters; long successions of white
pillars among wreaths of vine; leaping of fountains through buds of
pomegranate and orange; and still along the garden-paths, and under and
through the crimson of the pomegranate shadows, moving slowly, groups of
the fairest women that Italy ever saw fairest, because purest and
thoughtfulest; trained in all high knowledge, as in all courteous art--in
dance, in song, in sweet wit, in lofty learning, in loftier courage,-ill
loftiest love- able alike to cheer, to enchant, or save, the souls of
men(4). Above all this scenery of perfect human life, rose dome and
bell-tower, burning with white alabaster and gold: beyond dome and
bell-tower the slopes of mighty hills, hoary with olive; far in the north,
above a purple sea of peaks of solemn Apennine(5), the clear, sharp- cloven
Carrara mountains(6) sent up their steadfast flames of marble summit into
amber sky; the great sea itself, scorching with expanse of light,
stretching from their feet to the Gorgonian isles(7); and over all these,
ever present, near or far--seen through the leaves of vine, or imaged with
all its march of clouds in the Arno's stream,(8) or set with its depth
of blue close against the golden hair and burning cheek of lady and
knight,-- that untroubled and sacred sky, which was to all men, in those
days of innocent faith, indeed the unquestioned abode of spirits, as the
earth was of men; and which opened straight through its gates of cloud
and veils of dew into the awfulness of the eternal world; a heaven in which
every cloud that passed was literally the chariot of an angel and every
ray of its Evening and Morning streamed from the throne of God.(9)