MINUTES are flying swiftly, and as yet <br />Nothing unearthly has enticed my brain <br />Into a delphic Labyrinth I would fain <br />Catch an unmortal thought to pay the debt <br />I owe to the kind Poet who has set <br />Upon my ambitious head a glorious gain. <br />Two bending laurel Sprigs 'tis nearly pain <br />To be conscious of such a Coronet. <br />Still time is fleeting, and no dream arises <br />Gorgeous as I would have it only I see <br />A Trampling down of what the world most prizes <br />Turbans and Crowns, and blank regality; <br />And then I run into most wild surmises <br />Of all the many glories that may be.<br /><br />John Keats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-receiving-a-laurel-crown-from-leigh-hunt/
