The king describes what has been; his hatred has passed.

He sees how small and fanciful it was, and the illustrations he uses to express it tell us that; though they carry with them also the contemptuous intensity of his past hatred.

The swell of the hatred remains, though the hatred is past.
So we are not left face to face with absolute evil, with the corruption hate engenders in the soul.

God has intervened, and the worst of it has passed away.
Then there is the study of hatred in the _Soliloquy of the Spanish Cloister_.

The hatred is black and deadly, the instinctive hatred of a brutal nature for a delicate one, which, were it unrelieved, would be too vile for the art of poetry.