Heart-woken, and warm-footed o’er the sea,
Her face a fountain of desires long stored,
Goes kindling to the arms of her great lord!
And lo! he comes rejoicing, and flings gold,
Till all the earth is with his joy enrolled:
And every life a mote in his glad beams
Melts forth to meet him, and, where’er light streams,
Dance till it drowns! Ah, look! The sun, the sun! [Knocking.
Shall we go, Mee-Mee?
Mee. Yes! I go! I run!