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II

I saw a dead corpse in a haughty car,

Whom in a high tomb phantom horses bore,

Aye to and fro upon the scatter’d floor;

His dead eyes star’d as though they look’d afar,

His gold wheels myriad perish’d souls did mar,

While through his flesh the ravenous wormlets tore;

He in whose eyes the worm was conqueror,

Held his high head unmoved like a star.

And as with loud sound and reverberant jar,

And as with splash of crusht flesh and dull roar,

The death-car thunder’d past the tomb-walls hoar,

Within those dead dominions the dead tsar

Receiv’d his plaudits where dead bodies are;

And in his heart the worms lie evermore.