And still less was it sensual; for besides

That he was not an ancient debauchee,

(Who like sour fruit, to stir their veins' salt tides,

As acids rouse a dormant alkali,)[KF]Although ('t will happen as our planet guides)

His youth was not the chastest that might be,

There was the purest Platonism at bottom

Of all his feelings—only he forgot 'em.