To Keats

There came a sunbeam in the room
And with it swirled the magic loom
By Sirius calling from afar
A galaxy within a star

The prism cast untangled motes
That danced to play aeolian notes
Now here a chord but there a rest
Wherever grasping reason test

An Ark was floating in the ray
I listened to Creations play
And I was off there hand in hand
To Oberon, and fairy land.

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