To Frances

Cast her in outer darkness old,
And she shall laugh at fire and scars
Though meteors whizz and comets crash
In the blind tourney of the stars.

Damn her in Dante's deepest floor
Choked in the traitors' ice to be
The glory of that heart of flame
Shall melt it to a summer sea.
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