And let in knowledge by another sense!
I gaze about, new-born to day and thee;
A stranger yet, an infant of the world!—
Art thou not pleased, Matilda? Why, like me,
Dost thou not look and wonder?
Mat. For these sights
Are to my eyes familiar.
Em. That's my joy,
Not to have seen before; for nature now
Comes all at once, confounding my delight.