Sunday, July 25

I now descry with trembling eye,
A portent of words that I understand
Like a warning to Dante in his Comedy,
Ere his doleful trip through perfidy.
Fiercely trembling I was, but never fear!
I tread onwards till I was near
Hell's very gate, whose darkling door stood
Gaping wide to accept the multitude.

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