CXVI.

It opened with a most infernal creak, Like that of Hell. "Lasciate ogni speranza, Voi, ch' entrate!"[811] The hinge seemed to speak, Dreadful as Dante's _rima_, or this stanza; Or--but all words upon such themes are weak: A single shade's sufficient to entrance a Hero--for what is Substance to a Spirit? Or how is 't _Matter_ trembles to come near it?[og]