"... But to that second circle of sad hell,
Where ‘mid the gust, the whirlwind, and the flaw
Of rain and hail-stones, lovers need not tell
Their sorrows. Pale were the sweet lips I saw,
Pale were the lips I kiss’d, and fair the form
I floated with, about that melancholy storm."

Extract From The Sonnet ON A DREAM by JOHN KEATS 
Depicting The Point Of View Of Paolo In The Second Ring of Hell (Lust) In Dante's Inferno.

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