We’ll ply our poetical powers;
Our worship shall be Aphrodite’s,
To woman the wine we will drain,
O, loveless and lonely Stylites,
Our Patron of Pain!”
“By the hunger thine abstinence causes,
By the thirst of unbearable heat,
By thy pray’rs which have very few pauses,
By thy lodging devoid of a seat,
By sleep that so meagre at night is,