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.