Bright Star, Would I Were Steadfast as Thou Art by John Keats Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like natures patient sleepless eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earths human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors; No yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillowd upon my fair loves ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever or else swoon to death.
Posted on: Fri, 07 Mar 2014 14:38:47 +0000
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