Author John Le Gay Brereton “There is no place,” he said, “For love or pity here; We dread and only dread The moods that once were dear. “We break the ancient spell, And arm to take our part Against the power of Hell.” And Hell was in his heart. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments