And if by fleshly love all Heaven's debarred,
Its sinuous revolving spheres instarred,
Then Hell were Heaven with love to those who knew
Love which God's Heaven encouraged—love that drew
Hips, head and hair in fiends' devouring claws
Down, down its pit's hurled sucking, as down draws,—
Yet lip to narrow lip with whom we love,—
A whirlwind some weak, crippled, fallen dove.
"Then this lank Urience? He who is lord.—
Where is thy worry? for, hath he no sword?