Bright star, would I were steadfast 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 steadfast, still unchangeable, <br />Pillowed 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/his-last-sonnet/
