Chapter 16 EYELESS AT GAZA

This, this is he; softly a while;

Let us not break in upon him.

O change beyond report, thought, or belief!

See how he lies at random, carelessly diffused

With languished head unpropt,

As one past hope, abandonèd,

And by himself given over,

In slavish habit, ill-fitted weeds

O'er-worn and soiled.

Or do my eyes misrepresen