But, more or less, the whole's a Syncopé

Or a Singultus—emblems of Emotion,

The grand Antithesis to great Ennui,

Wherewith we break our bubbles on the Ocean—

That Watery Outline of Eternity,

Or miniature, at least, as is my notion—

Which ministers unto the Soul's delight,

In seeing matters which are out of sight.[733]