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]