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Hell holds no terror I shall ever fear, / For earth when you are absent is my hell; / Nor thought of meeting can my torment quell, / For loneliness is black, and cold, and drear.
This hell is dark! My passion is a flame!
Its anguish is a never dying fire, / And longing -- hope that never dare aspire, / But die, in loneliness from whence it came.
Heav'n though is kind and lets me sometimes in, / Then hell is all forgotten, and its woe / Fades like the dew dispersed by summer's morn, / And I am purged of all my pain and sin.
Such moments shine like jewels -- then I go / Back to the dreary hell where pain was born.