Satan

Nay, Lord, nor Gabriel. They are Thy servants tried, who love Thy Heaven too well. Thou shalt not drive them forth to the wild wastes of Earth. What should they do, Lord God, with a terrestrial birth, With less than Thy long joys? Nay, rather choose Thee one Already marred with grief with Time's disunion, One all too sad for Heaven, to whom Eternity Is as a charge o'erspent, who hath no fear to die, But gladly would lie down and be for aye no more, The flotsam of Time's waves upon Death's outer shore, Forgotten and forgetting. Grant me, Lord God, this, In penance for the past, Death's full forgetfulness.