“Fire!” those heard, and closed the passage,
Closed it on the smoke and him.
“Stop the smoke!” cried men above him.—
Still the ghastly fumes crept on;
Caught the boy, and, crawling round him,
Choked his corpse they clung upon.
“Woe on woe!” cried those above him,
“All will die; the fires descend!”
By the coal-pit, by the coal-boy,
Never light like that was kenn’d.