Canto I - And none did love him!

IX.

And none did love him!—though to hall and bower

He gathered revellers from far and near,

He knew them flatterers of the festal hour,

The heartless Parasites of present cheer.

Yea! none did love him—not his lemans dear—

But pomp and power alone are Woman's care,

And where these are light Eros finds a feere;

Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare.

And Mammon wins his way where Seraphs might despair.