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 priest like 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, still unchangeable,
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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Comments2Just read a John Keats piece again. I remember reading it during my younger years and it still fills me with that same sense of beauty and tranquility. Keats' way of describing love and nature is truly unparalleled. Love how it always leaves me thoughtful yet calm. Truly a timeless classic.
Wow, "Bright Star" by John Keats is deeply moving. He effortlessly weaves romance into nature and the cosmos. Such powerful longing in "Awake for ever in a sweet unrest" - it's as if he's yearning for eternal adoration. Keats never fails to tug at my heartstrings. Beautiful, just beautiful.