Leaving

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:

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,
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.
*
"On Leaving Some Friends At An Early Hour"
By John Keats


Image locations:
Christmas Star
Gablonz glass bead ornament
Angel
Café Mozart
Das Christkind
Christ-Child
Demel
Christmas Tree
Jodok-Fink-Platz
Maria Treu
Angel Wings
flying high above the Christmas Market
between City Hall and Burgtheater

*

All Images
© by Merisi 2010