Practice Typing

Then cried out one in the chill crust who mournd. O souls so cruel. that the farthest post Hath been assignd you, from this face remove The hardend veil, that I may vent the grief Impregnate at my heart, some little space Ere it congeal again. I thus replied. Say who thou wast, if thou wouldst have mine aid; And if I extricate thee not, far down As to the lowest ice may I descend.