Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art-- <br /> Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night <br /> And watching, with eternal lids apart, <br /> Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, <br /> The moving waters at their priestlike task <br /> Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, <br /> Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask <br /> Of snow upon the mountains and the moors-- <br /> No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, <br /> Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, <br /> To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, <br /> Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, <br /> Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, <br /> And so live ever--or else swoon to death.<br /><br />John Keats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bright-star/
