On Leaving Some Friends at an Early Hour + 

Give me a golden pen, and let me lean + 

On heap’d-up flowers, in regions clear and far; + 

Bring me a tablet whiter than a star, + 

Or hand of hymning angel, when ’tis seen + 

The silver strings of heavenly harp atween: + 

And let there glide by many a pearly car, + 

Pink robes, and wavy hair, and diamond jar, + 

And half-discover’d wings, and glances keen. + 

The while let music wander round my ears, + 

And as it reaches each delicious ending, + 

Let me write down a line of glorious tone, + 

And full of many wonders of the spheres: + 

For what a height my spirit is contending! + 

’Tis not content so soon to be alone. + 