Текст песни On Leaving Some Friends At An Early Hour

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,Amurekimuri - On Leaving Some Friends At An Early Hour - http://ru.motolyrics.com/amurekimuri/on-leaving-some-friends-at-an-early-hour-lyrics.html
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. Submitter's comments:  lyrics by J. Keats, music and arrangement by Amurekimuri