Bright Star


5月 22, 2020

–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 nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite.

The moving waters at their priestlike

task of pure ablution

round earth’s human shores.

Or gazing on the new soft-fallen

mask Of snow upon the mountains

and the moors– no-yet still steadfast,

Pillow’d upon my fair love’s 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

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