Nor came and went alone, save—’twas his wont
In his own land—he haply left the hunt
On forest days, and, plunging down the wood,
There in the brakes and copses half forgot
The part he bore, and caught anew the mood
Of youth, and felt a heart for any lot;
Then, loitering cityward behind the train,
With fresher courage took his place again.
His pure life made the wits about the court
Find in its very blamelessness a fault