Around that altar which conceals beneath
The mighty master’s relics—for there was a doubt
If it were truly there that he was laid.
And there they found all the dull grave could keep
Of that Immortal. With no common awe
They bent o’er his dark cell, as it disclosed
Its treasure to the selfsame holy light
That gladdened oft of old the master’s heart,
And waked his heaven-eyed genius; while beneath
The shadowy splendour of that spacious dome