Don Juan 02-196
Canto the Second

CXCVI

An infant when it gazes on a light,
     A child the moment when it drains the breast,
A devotee when soars the Host in sight,
     An Arab with a stranger for a guest,
A sailor when the prize has struck in fight,
     A miser filling his most hoarded chest,
Feel rapture; but not such true joy are reaping
As they who watch o'er what they love while sleeping.

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824) ByronLong