Scarcely its minute for enjoying here,—
The soul must needs instruct her weak compeer,
Run o'er its capabilities and wring
A joy thence, she held worth experiencing:
Which, far from half discovered even,—lo,
The minute gone, the body's power let go
Apportioned to that joy's acquirement! Broke
Nor such as, in this, produce failure.
Morning o'er earth, he yearned for all it woke—
From the volcano's vapor-flag, winds hoist