Man leaguered his enemy's hold,
While nature was one deep tremor,
And the heart of the world waxed cold,
Till the phantom battlements wavered,
And the ghostly fortress fell,
And Man with shadowy fetters
Bound fast great Asraël.

So, to each star in the heavens,
The exultant word was blown,
The annunciation tremendous,
_Death is overthrown!_
And Space in her ultimate borders
Prolonging the jubilant tone,
With hollow ingeminations,
Sighed, _Death is overthrown!_
And God in His house of silence,
Where He dwelleth aloof, alone,
Paused in His tasks to hearken:
_Death is overthrown!_

Then a solemn and high thanksgiving
By Man unto Man was sung,
In his temples of self-adoration,
With his own multitudinous tongue;
And he said to his Soul: "Rejoice thou
For thy last great foe lies bound,
Ev'n Asraël the Unmaker,
Unmade, disarmed, discrowned."