"Bright star! would I were steadfast as thou art鈥�
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature鈥檚 patient sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth鈥檚 human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors鈥�
No鈥攜et still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow鈥檇 upon my fair love鈥檚 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鈥攐r else swoon to death."
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