Classic Poem

A VAGUE thrill touched my breast, whence caught
I knew not, nor did heed;
The next day 'twas a ripened thought,
The next it was a deed.

That deed another deed begot,
That other deed a train
Of busy thoughts, delaying not
To gender deeds again.

O power of thought, Aladdin's ring!
Touch only, and behold
The active genii hurrying
To fill the house with gold!