John Keats - On Leaving Some Friends At An Early Hour

John Keats - On Leaving Some Friends At An Early Hour

Give me a golden pen, and let me lean br On heaped-up flowers, in regions clear, and far; br Bring me a tablet whiter than a star, br Or hand of hymning angel, when 'tis seen br The silver strings of heavenly harp atween: br And let there glide by many a pearly car br Pink robes, and wavy hair, and diamond jar, br And half-discovered wings, and glances keen. br The while let music wander round my ears, br And as it reaches each delicious ending, br Let me write down a line of glorious tone, br And full of many wonders of the spheres: br For what a height my spirit is contending! br 'Tis not content so soon to be alone.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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