The East with incense, and the West with gold,
Will stand like suppliants to receive her doom.
298.
The silver Thames, her own domestic flood,
Shall bear her vessels like a sweeping train;
And often wind, as of his mistress proud,
With longing eyes to meet her face again.
299.
The wealthy Tagus, and the wealthier Rhine,
The glory of their towns no more shall boast;