How can I paint the terror in my heart
As in we passed through that infernal door,
And were accosted by a spirit frail
As that of woman ! "Wherefore came you here ?"
She asked, and turned the pages of a tome.
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"I see, you have ten cuts," Electra cried,
"And must to Minos, who doth dwell within."
With that a wind arose and blew away,
Like wisp of straw, this Fury past my view.
Thence did we wend, I clinging to my guide,
And asking questions, for on either hand
There thronged a swarm of noisy, screaming ghosts,
Who laughed or wept, in many a foreign tongue.
Some spoke in Hebrew, some in Latin spoke,
And one in German murmured out the notes
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