III + 

I saw a dead corpse making a strange cry, + 

With dead feet planted on a high tomb’s floor; + 

The dead stand round, with faces that implore; + 

His dead hands bless them, stretched forth on high. + 

—And art thou God?⁠—and art thou majesty?⁠— + 

And art thou he whom all the dead adore?⁠— + 

And art thou he that hath the skies in store?⁠— + 

Nay, nay, dead dust, dead dust, and vanity. + 

And wouldst thou rise up to the lighted sky?⁠— + 

Nay, nay, thy limbs are rotten on the floor; + 

Thou shalt not out from thy polluted sty; + 

Thou wouldst become divinity once more, + 

Thou dreamest of splendour that shall never die; + 

And in thy heart the worms lie evermore. + 