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 oer what they love while sleeping. Byron.Don Juan, Canto II. Stanza 196.