A pallid person with a jaw protrusive,
Who palpably had found all passion slow,
And all delight delusive.
No marvel she looked passé, peevish, pale,
Unlovely, languid, and with doldrums laden.
To cheer her praise of knights might not avail,
Nor chaunt of moon-eyed maiden.
Laus Veneris! they sang; the music rose
More like a requiem than a gladsome pæan.
With sullen lip and earth-averted nose