.In the depths burning with the fire of Hell,
Wicked sorcerers were casting some spell;
Dazzling lightning drew back the sounding gate
To welcome the the gloomy servants of Hate.
In the stifling darkness, prostrate and sick,
I raised my eyes, warms tears running thick,
My hear.
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