Kissed me upon the mouth, trembling all o'er;
Galeot the book, and he 'twas written by!
Upon that day in it we read no more."
So sorely did the other spirit cry,
While the one spoke, that for the very dread
I swooned as if I were about to die,
And I fell down even as a man falls dead.
Those versions, I submit, are all good; and I risked the tedium of repeating the same idea of Dante in the English of three different translators. Because my simple point is that Dante in English is interesting—to anybody who cares for English literature.