Saturday 17 March 2018

From Bright Star, Would I were Steadfast

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,

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 in death.

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