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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.