Of woe, of mis’ry, and eternal wrath!
* * * * *
For one whole hour the requiem did not cease;
Its words, interpreted, were writ as these—
“O mighty king! O Pluto, lord of hell!
Extend thy grace to his departed soul:
Receive his corpse, and furnish it with breath,
That he may revel in the realms of death:—
So that our loss may be thy kingdom’s gain.”
A pause ensued: and then a dreadful cry