Little It Interests Me How

Little it interests me how
Some insolent usurper now
Divides your narrow chair;
Little heed I whose hand is placed
(No, nor how far) around your waist,
Or paddles in your hair.
A time, a time there may have been
(Ah! and there was) when every scene
Was brightened by your eyes.
And dare you ask what you have done?
My answer, take it, is but one . .
The weak have taught the wise.