Certes it was not body; he was well
Proportioned, as a poplar or a pole,
A handsome man, that human miracle;
And in each circumstance of Love or War
Had still preserved his perpendicular.
LXXII.
Still there was something wanting, as I've said—
That undefinable "Je ne sçais quoi"
Which, for what I know, may of yore have led