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 For pilgrims,—Herakles, And he that loved Euridice too well, Have walked therein; and many more than these; And witnessed the desire and the despair Of souls that passed reluctantly and sieken for the air; You, too, have entered Hell, And issued thence; but thence whereof I speak None has returned;-for thither fury brings Only the driven ghosts of them that flee before all things. Oblivion is the name of this abode: and she is there." Oh, radiant Song! Oh, gracious Memory! Be long upon this height