Poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

The House of Life. Sonnet 85. Vain Virtues

What is the sorriest thing that enters Hell?
None of the sins,--but this and that fair deed
Which a soul's sin at length could supersede.
These yet are virgins, whom death's timely knell
Might once have sainted; whom the fiends compel
Together now, in snake-bound shuddering sheaves
Of anguish, while the pit's pollution leaves
Their refuse maidenhood abominable.

Night sucks them down, the tribute of the pit,
Whose names, half entered in the book of Life,
Were God's desire at noon. And as their hair
And eyes sink last, the Torturer deigns no whit
To gaze, but, yearning, waits his destined wife,
The Sin still blithe on earth that sent them there.

1. The House of Life. Sonnet 26. Mid-Rapture
2. The House of Life. Sonnet 61. The Song-Throe
3. The House of Life. Sonnet 70. The Hill Summit
4. The House of Life. Sonnet 14. Youth's Spring-Tribute
5. The House of Life. Sonnet 39. Sleepless Dreams

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