Aubrey Beardsley

Why was it he and not another?
Tell me, do you now enjoy this
As he did? That God should destroy this
That praised him in the passion of desiring
All, he created out of beauty:
God, who delights in requiring
Surely delight above duty:
That God should crush him and not another!
It was so little that he wanted:
The world's and the stars between them;
The eyes of the angels have not seen them;
Or this poor inch of the pavement,
Where you and I walk without knowing
What life meant, and so what the grave meant,
To him in his coming and going:
It was only life that he wanted!