Don Juan By Lord Byron Canto IX

But when the levee rose, and all was bustle
  In the dissolving circle, all the nations'
Ambassadors began as 't were to hustle
  Round the young man with their congratulations.
Also the softer silks were heard to rustle
  Of gentle dames, among whose recreations
It is to speculate on handsome faces,
Especially when such lead to high places.

Juan, who found himself, he knew not how,
  A general object of attention, made
His answers with a very graceful bow,
  As if born for the ministerial trade.
Though modest, on his unembarrass'd brow
  Nature had written 'gentleman.' He said
Little, but to the purpose; and his manner
Flung hovering graces o'er him like a banner.

An order from her majesty consign'd
  Our young lieutenant to the genial care
Of those in office: all the world look'd kind
  (As it will look sometimes with the first stare,
Which youth would not act ill to keep in mind),
  As also did Miss Protasoff then there,
Named from her mystic office 'l'Eprouveuse,'
A term inexplicable to the Muse.

With her then, as in humble duty bound,
  Juan retired, — and so will I, until
My Pegasus shall tire of touching ground.
  We have just lit on a 'heaven-kissing hill,'
So lofty that I feel my brain turn round,
  And all my fancies whirling like a mill;
Which is a signal to my nerves and brain,
To take a quiet ride in some green Lane.

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