"Pink cheeks, did rumple passionate,
Like Æschylus—and tried to prate
On trolling tongue, of fate and fate!
"One set her eyes like Sappho's—or
Any light woman's! one forbore
Like Dante, or any man as poor
"In mirth, to let a smile undo
His hard shut lips. And one, that drew
Sour humours from his mother, blew
"His sunken cheeks out to the size
Of most unnatural jollities,
Because Anacreon looked jest-wise.
"So with the rest.—It was a sight
For great world-laughter, as it might
For great world-wrath, with equal right.
"Out came a speaker from that crowd,
To speak for all—in sleek and proud
Exordial periods, while he bow'd
"His knee before the angel.—'Thus,
O angel! who hast call'd for us,
We bring thee service emulous,—
"'Fit service from sufficient soul—
Hand-service, to receive world's dole—
Lip-service, in world's ear to roll
"'Adjusted concords—soft enow
To hear the winecups passing through,
And not too grave to spoil the show.
"'Thou, certes, when thou askest more,
O sapient angel! leanest o'er
The window-sill of metaphor.