‘Does it? indeed!’ again our hero spake.
  ‘Somehow I must have dreamed as much before;
 But, tell me, wondrous man, without mistake,
  The how, and when, I may obtain the ore ;—
 Here, take my meagre purse!—I would 't were more.’
  (O, bright anticipation! in thy sun
 How melts the heart long frozen to the core!
  How freely forth the stingy pennies run
When dollars are at stake, and guineas may be won!)