Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art-

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art-

.Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft swell and fall,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever-or else swoon to death.



J. Keats

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