Each atom in its wastes blooms thence in joyfulness.
In search of wealth have I approached his capital;
Now I’m arrived, I burn with pleasures optical.
E’en as the lass in search of bread at baker’s shop,
Struck with his ‘prentice’ beauty, swooned;—a lifeless drop!545
Or like the saunterer for air in royal park,
Who lost his heart to one he met, gay as a lark!
Or like the desert merchant drawing from a well
What he thought water, was entranced by Joseph’s spell!
Again, as Moses hasted for a coal of fire,