The vision of hell. Dante Alighieri

The wished smile, rapturously kiss'd

       By one so deep in love, then he, who ne'er

       From me shall separate, at once my lips

       All trembling kiss'd. The book and writer both

       Were love's purveyors. In its leaves that day

       We read no more." While thus one spirit spake,

       The other wail'd so sorely, that heartstruck

       I through compassion fainting, seem'd not far

       From death, and like a corpse fell to the ground.

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