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Poem by John Keats
On Receiving a Laurel Crown from Leigh Hunt
MINUTES are flying swiftly, and as yet Nothing unearthly has enticed my brain Into a delphic Labyrinth I would fain Catch an unmortal thought to pay the debt I owe to the kind Poet who has set Upon my ambitious head a glorious gain. Two bending laurel Sprigs 'tis nearly pain To be conscious of such a Coronet. Still time is fleeting, and no dream arises Gorgeous as I would have it only I see A Trampling down of what the world most prizes Turbans and Crowns, and blank regality; And then I run into most wild surmises Of all the many glories that may be.
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