Where sacred fire had liberated Coh,
The people once again were lost in woe.
Beneath the earth, shut close in virgin urn,
Wherein it safe would bide the soul’s return,
The heart of hero slain was put to rest
By those who in its love were more than blest.
Before the marble lid closed o’er the urn,
Upon that heart for which she’d ever yearn
The widowed Queen with loving homage laid
Her Talisman, at Cay’s order made;