The great magician’s dead! Thou poor, pale piece
Of outcast earth, in darkness! what a change 352
From yesterday! Thy darling hope so near
(Long-labour’d prize!), O how ambition flush’d
Thy glowing cheek! ambition truly great,
Of virtuous praise. Death’s subtle seed within
(Sly, treacherous miner!), working in the dark,
Smiled at thy well-concerted scheme, and beckon’d
The worm to riot on that rose so red,
Unfaded ere it fell; one moment’s prey! 360