There fell upon them, as a shadow cast
By purple clouds upon a limpid lake,
A sadness that no human voice could tell.
Forebodings of the suffering of Wilde
Depressed them so that, kneeling down, they wept.
They wept over the dire humiliation
Awaiting him who is the pride of God,
And over man’s stupidity they wept—
The colossal stupidity of man.