⁠When in man's sight he stood not yet undone,
⁠Your king, your priest, your saviour, and your son,
We grudge not now, who know that not again
Shall this curse come upon the sins of men,
⁠Nor this face look upon the living sun
⁠That shall behold not so abhorred an one
In all the days whereof his eye takes ken.
The bond is cancelled, and the prayer is heard
⁠That seemed so long but weak and wasted breath;
⁠Take him, for he is yours, O night and death.
Hell yawns on him whose life was as a word
⁠Uttered by death in hate of heaven and light,
⁠A curse now dumb upon the lips of night.