Worn apathetic else as some smooth slab, ere-while

A clear-cut man-at-arms i' the pavement, till foot's tread

Effaced the sculpture, left the stone you saw instead,—

Was not that terrible beyond the mere uncouth?

Well, and perhaps the next revolting you was Youth,

Stark ignorance and crude conceit, half smirk, half stare

On that frank fool-face, gay beneath its head of hair

Which covers nothing.

XCVI

These, you are to understand,