Don Juan, when the midnight hour of pillows
Arrived, retired to his; but to despond
Rather than rest. Instead of poppies, willows
Waved o'er his couch; he meditated, fond
Of those sweet bitter thoughts which banish sleep,
And make the worldling sneer, the youngling weep.
CXI.
The night was as before: he was undrest,
Saving his night-gown, which is an undress;
Completely sans culotte, and without vest;