Attending in their robes of lightish-blue,
’Terwoven with fine gimp of golden hue),
Attract’d the grave attention of old Mars;
Who hail’d him as the “Herschel of the Stars,”—
And beckon’d him t’advance, and kiss’d his hand:
The stripling blushed; he could not understand
Why, or wherefore, such favour should be shown
To one so young by one so olden grown;
Yet felt much pleasure on being recognis’d,
Whilst more superior gods (as though despis’d)