Among the faults we in that book descry

A MONG the faults we in that book descry
Which has crowned Dante lord of rhyme and thought,
Are two so grave that some attaint is brought
Unto the greatness of his soul thereby.
One is, that holding with Sordello high
Discourse, and with the rest who sang and taught,
He of Onesto di Boncima nought
Has said, who was to Arnauld Daniel nigh.
The other is, that when he says he came
To see, at summit of the sacred stair,
His Beatrice among the heavenly signs, —
He, looking in the bosom of Abraham,
Saw not that highest of all women there
Who joined Mount Zion to the Apennines.
Author of original: 
Cino da Pistoia
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