Let temple bells ring rich and terrible, In joy that we are safe, and grim farewell. Life valourous, but death contemptible! We lay in state a corpse of fame grown fell. Here full has flared a courage past compare: To plumb the depths arcane, and chance the pit, In halls most fey, to game with subtle wit, To taunt the angels demons would not dare. Here ends the path ambition's seeds begun: A youth naïve has claimed an epic soul, A pauper has a hero's weapons won, And riches honour earned, become a goal. The hero spoke; aghast the cities stand, Who learned the world was cracked at her command.