Grace, Beauty, and Caprice br Build this golden portal; br Graceful women, chosen men, br Dazzle every mortal. br Their sweet and lofty countenance br His enchanted food; br He need not go to them, their forms br Beset his solitude. br He looketh seldom in their face, br His eyes explore the ground,-- br The green grass is a looking-glass br Whereon their traits are found. br Little and less he says to them, br So dances his heart in his breast; br Their tranquil mien bereaveth him br Of wit, of words, of rest. br Too weak to win, too fond to shun br The tyrants of his doom, br The much deceived Endymion br Slips behind a tomb.