Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou ar t- 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, (Read Related : Bright Star) Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains, and the moors - No - yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, To fed for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, An so live ever-or else swoon to death.
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