Within him boiled his thoughts about his heart;
Without, the wrathful fire pressed hot upon him—
He said,—‘This narrow place is most unlike
That other we once knew in heaven high,
And which my Lord gave me; tho’ own it now
We must not, but to him must cede our realm.
Yet right he hath not done to strike us down
To hell’s abyss—of heaven’s realm bereft—
Which with mankind to people, he hath planned.
Pain sorest this, that Adam, wrought of Earth