Hark how the grinning host of demons howls!
And oh! the crash pealing over Hell’s pools!
Naught heard he, but that cried Eurydice,—
Regained, re-lost:
“Alas! for Me and Thee!
I feel hands, the inexorable Fates,
Speeding back within the Infernal gates;
My swimming eyes, just tasting of Earth’s light,
I know are being sealed by a large Night.
See! how I stretch vain arms around, and grope