The fate such dubious friendship would bestow;
At a tall building trembling he appear’d,
And his low rap was indistinctly heard;
A well-known servant came - “Awhile,” said he,
“Be pleased to wait; my Lord has company.”
Alone our hero sat; the news in hand,
Which though he read, he could not understand:
Cold was the day; in days so cold as these
There needs a fire, where minds and bodies freeze.
The vast and echoing room, the polish’d grate,