Dressed in the motley garb that Jesters wear,
With look bewildered and a vacant stare,
Close shaven above the ears, as monks are shorn,
By courtiers mocked, by pages to scorn,
His only friend the ape, his only food
What others left,--he still was unsubdued.
With look bewildered and a vacant stare,
Close shaven above the ears, as monks are shorn,
By courtiers mocked, by pages to scorn,
His only friend the ape, his only food
What others left,--he still was unsubdued.
Longfellow
