I crawled. I could not speak or see
Save dimly. The ice glared like fire,
A long bright Hell of choking cold,
And each vein was a tautened wire,
Throbbing with torture - and I crawled.
My hands were wounds.
So I attained
The second Hell. (Stephen Vincent Benét)

I crawled. I could not speak or see Save dimly. The ice glared like fire, A long bright Hell of choking cold, And each vein was a tautened wire, Throbbing with torture - and I crawled. My hands were wounds. So I attained The second Hell.

Stephen Vincent Benét

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