While through the green-room whispered rumors went,
That heaven and earth were on its ruin bent.
Too just a fear! The vision long foreseen
Has come at last; behold the fallen queen!
The queen of passion, stripped of all her pride,
Discrowned, indignant from her temple glide.
With draggling robe, slip-shod, her buskin loose,
She flies a barren people’s cold abuse;
Summons her sister, who forbears to smile,
And leaves to rats the desecrated pile,