Now the slain victim to the sun
would rise (his mortal ruin shed);
his soul its base alloy to shun
casts forth the parasites it fed;
their ancient ruler to deride
his earthly emanations spring
like courtiers round a fallen king—
his guile, a serpent at his side,
with venom forks the mortal sting;
the forceps fix his dangled stones
as to the scorpion he atones
that envy is a creeping thing;
while at his shoulder tugs the beast
he gorged the fattest at his feast.