(Ascribed to Lord Byron.)
I.
Sated with home, of wife, of children tired,
The restless soul is driven abroad to roam;[102]
Sated abroad, all seen, yet nought admired,
The restless soul is driven to ramble home;
Sated with both, beneath new Drury’s dome
The fiend Ennui awhile consents to pine,
There growls, and curses, like a deadly Gnome,
Scorning to view fantastic Columbine,