I had made my round, as yet with little gain br Of undiscovered good in that gay place. br I had sought my share of pleasure, but in vain. br Laughter was not for me, and hid her face. br I had asked for mirth. The oracles were dumb. br No sound of Folly with her tinkling feet br Had bid my own feet follow, and no home br Was mine for merriment or musings sweet. br I had ceased to hope and almost ceased to seek, br When, from the farthest booth of all, the bray br Of brass and drums and fiddling and the shriek br Of a dwarf's voice invited me to stay. br The crowd, as scenting some more mirthful thing, br Surged round that booth agape and wondering.