Like the spark nursed in embers,
  The last look Love remembers,
  Like a diamond, which shines
  On the dark wealth of mines,
  A spell is treasured but for thee alone.
  Down, down!

  We have bound thee, we guide thee;
  Down, down!
  With the bright form beside thee;
  Resist not the weakness,
  Such strength is in meekness
  That the Eternal, the Immortal,
  Must unloose through life's portal
  The snake-like Doom coiled underneath his throne
  By that alone.

SCENE IV.--The Cave of DEMOGORGON. ASIA and PANTHEA.

PANTHEA
  What veilèd form sits on that ebon throne?

ASIA
  The veil has fallen.