Approach’d the pillar, and began to sing;
The blessed Simeon could not choose but know it,
So high the minstrel pitch’d his voice and string.
This bard was Greek in sentiment and style;
A Venus-worshipper—profuse of curses
On those who deem’d his ethics loose and vile:
I give you a translation of his verses:—
Stylites.
“Closed eyelids that hide like a shutter,
Hard eyes that have visions apart,