Where fires red-hot
Consume them not,
And they in anguish
Writhe and languish
And groan in pain
For night again.
Sing hey for pale ghosts forlorn."
Now when the song was ended, the three looked dismally on one another and,
bethinking them of their cruel end, they groaned and sighed lamentably:
My daughter GILLIAN interposeth:
GILL: Father, I like that song, it's fine;
But let me ask about this line:
"Blind things and foul,
That creep and howl."
Now tell me, please, if you don't mind,
Why were the little horrors blind?
MYSELF: The beastly things, as I surmise,
Had scratched out one another's eyes.
GILL:
I suppose this place where creatures fell
In torments dwell is meant for--
MYSELF:
Well,
I think, my Gill, the place you've guessed,
So let me get on with our Geste.
... they groaned and sighed lamentably--
My daughter GILLIAN interjecteth:
GILL: Father--now don't get in a huff--
But don't you think they've groaned enough?
MYSELF: My Gillian--no! Leave well alone;
This is the place for them to groan.
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