Classic Poem

TRANSLATED FROM THE WORKS OF ELMAR, BISHOP OF SELSEIE .

Now may all hell open to gulp thee down,
Whilst azure darkness, mingled with the day,
Shews light on darkened pains to be more roune;
Oh! mayist thou die living deaths for aye!
May floods of sulphur bear thy sprite anon
Sinking to depths of woe! May lightning-brands
Tremble upon thy pain-devoted crown,
And singe thine all-in-vain-imploring hands!
May all the woes that Goddes wrath can send
Upon thy head alight, and there their fury spend!