No common personage; his star-lit breast
Bespeaks him noble—little boots the rest;
Russian he is, a rich ambassador.
And oh!—propitious fact! a batchelor!
A faded heiress looks on him intent;
But, ah! his eyes are on another bent,—
And such another! who her charms can paint?
Description waxes in the effort faint;
Pure as an infant in its first repose—
Mild as a summer evening at its close—