I saw the widow in her tears,
I saw the beggar hungering;
The orphan now unclothed appears
Unnoticed by the unpitying!
Who needs advice must want it now,
And see the prosperous times depart;
All clouded is the poet’s brow,
[With none to] reverence his art.
None seek to make the poor rejoice;
And when I ask why joys are fled,