With flame of incandescent terror
Of which the tongues declare
The one discharge from sin and error.
The only hope, or else despair
Lies in the choice of pyre of pyre—
To be redeemed from fire by fire.
Who then devised the torment? Love.
Love is the unfamiliar Name
Behind the hands that wove
The intolerable shirt of flame
Which human power cannot remove.
We only live, only suspire
Consumed by either fire or fire.
Hopefully, having read it aloud to myself several times now, it'll be out of my system. Of course, that means that Shakespeare's Sonnet 27 will probably promptly take up residence. This, dear friends, is the danger of taking too many English courses in school.