"Song"
by John Keats

Spirit here that reignest!
Spirit here that painest!
Spirit here that burnest!
Spirit here that mournest!
Spirit! I bow
My forehead low,
Enshaded with thy pinions!
Spirit! I look
All passion-struck,
Into thy pale dominions!

Spirit here that laughest!
Spirit here that quaffest!
Spirit here that dancest!
Noble soul that prancest!
Spirit! with thee
I join in the glee,
A-nudging the elbow of Momus!
Spirit! I flush
With a Bacchanal blush
Just fresh from the banquet of Comus.