When Kate no heart nor heat displayed
He ran to hide a tear;
“All love is dead on earth,” he said.
“Another I’ll not hear!”
16
Some grinding at the tholes must toil,
Down-trodden helots of to-day;
While other children of the soil
In vast hotels their wealth display.
17
Betrayed by faithless friends, in sadder mood
Man dreads his fellows as the adder’s brood.
18
With divers inks his skin is scarred,
He hangs a bangle in his nose;
Such marks secure his kin’s regard,
Exalt his fame, and sink his foes.