There stood the temple of Mars Armipotent, Wrought all of burnish’d steel, of which th’ entry Was long and strait, and ghastly for to see. And thereout came a rage and such a vise, 559 That it made all the gatës for to rise. The northern light in at the doorë shone, For window on the wallë was there none Through which men mighten any light discern. The doors were all of adamant etern, Y-clenched overthwart and endëlong 560 With iron tough, and, for to make it strong, Every pillar the temple to sustain Was tunnë-great, 561 of iron bright and sheen. There saw I first the dark imagining Of felony, and all the compassing; The cruel ire, as red as any glede, 562 The pickëpurse, 563 and eke the palë dread;