That night and next day did the gaze endure,
Burnt to my brain, as sunbeam through shut eyes,
And not once changed the beautiful sad strange smile.
At vespers Conti leaned beside my seat
I' the choir,—part said, part sung—"In ex-cel-sis—
All 's to no purpose; I have louted low,
But he saw you staring—quia sub—don't incline
To know you nearer; him we would not hold
For Hercules,—the man would lick your shoe
If you and certain efficacious friends