They break their ranks and gladly leave the drill;
But then the roll-call draws them back afraid,
And they must be or seem what they were: still
Doubtless it is a brilliant masquerade:
But when of the first sight you have had your fill,
It palls—at least it did so upon me,
This paradise of Pleasure and Ennui.
XVIII.
When we have made our love, and gamed our gaming,
Dressed, voted, shone, and, may be, something more—