Like 'Anthony's by Caesar,' by the few
Who look upon them as they ought to do.
It was not envy—Adeline had none;
Her place was far beyond it, and her mind.
It was not scorn—which could not light on one
Whose greatest fault was leaving few to find
It was not jealousy, I think: but shun
Following the 'ignes fatui' of mankind.
It was not—but 't is easier far, alas!