They no longer heeded me;
But laughed to hear Hell's burning rafters
Unwillingly re-echo
laughters!
Coleridge - Poems
_ Sisters! sisters! who sent you here?
_Slau._ [to Fire]. I will whisper it in her ear.
_Fire._ No! no! no!
Spirits hear what spirits tell:
'Twill make an holiday in Hell.
No! no! no!
Myself, I named him once below,
And all the souls, that damned be,
Leaped up at once in anarchy,
Clapped their hands and danced for glee.
They no longer heeded me;
But laughed to hear Hell's burning rafters
Unwillingly re-echo
laughters!
No! no! no!
Spirits hear what spirits tell:
'Twill make an holiday in Hell!
_Fam._ Whisper it, sister! so and so!
In the dark hint, soft and slow.
_Slau._ Letters four do form his name-
And who sent you?
_Both._ The same! the same!
_Slau._ He came by stealth, and unlocked my
den,
And I have drunk the blood since then
Of thrice three hundred thousand men.
