who are ye, spirits, that stand
      In the outer gloom,
Each with a blazing heart in hand,
Which lighteth the dark beyond the tomb?

    “Oh, we be souls that loved
      Too well, too well!
Yet, for that love, though sore reproved,
(Oh, sore reproved!) have we ’scaped hell.

    “’Scaped hell, but gained not heaven....