Requiem aeternam

'Requiem eternam dona ei, Domine';

Silently, sorrowfully I bent down my head,

For I had hated him -- a poor creature of clay:

And all my envious, bitter cruel thoughts that came

Out of the past and stood by the bier whereon he lay

Pointed their long, lean fingers through the gloom...

O Name,

Ineffable, proud Name to whom the cries ascend

From lost, angelical orders, seraph flame to flame

For this end have I hated him -- for this poor end?