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What, love in Hell, so once a poet feign'd, And he is curs'd by many a soul that sinn'd, Who sang of guilty lovers, side by side, Faring together thro' unending storm, Twin wither'd leaves upon the wind of Hell

Yet having this of heav'n that still they love?

Nay, there's no love in Hell! Your craving lips, Your asking eyes would meet blank unresponse, Your hand that fain would clasp, meet hand that clench'd, For Haggard Hate glows in our burning eyes, And all despair our hollow heart fulfils In an equality of joyless years For none grow old, tho' each has lost her youth,