John Keats
Bright Star, Would I were Steadfast as Thou Art
1 Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--
2 Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
3 And watching, with eternal lids apart,
4 Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
5 The moving waters at their priestlike task
6 Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
7 Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
8 Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--
9 No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
10 Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
11 To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
12 Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
13 Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
14 And so live ever--or else swoon to death. | 
