1.

Spirit here that reignest!

Spirit here that painest!

Spirit here that burneth!

Spirit here that mourneth!

Spirit! I bow

My forehead low,

Enshaded with thy pinions!

Spirit! I look

All passion struck,

Into thy pale dominions!

2.

Spirit here that laughest!

Spirit here that quaffest!

Spirit here that danceth!

Spirit here that pranceth!

Spirit! with thee

I join in the glee,

While nudging the elbow of Momus!

Spirit! I flush

With a Bacchanal blush,

Just fresh from the banquet of Comus!

 

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John Keats

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