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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 priestlike 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.