On Leaving Some Friends at an Early Hour

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Give me a golden pen, and let me lean
  On heaped-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:   5
  And let there glide by many a pearly car
  Pink robes, and wavy hair, and diamond jar,
And half-discovered wings, and glances keen.

The while let music wander round my ears,
And as it reaches each delicious ending,   10
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.