Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art--Not in lone splendor 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 forever its soft fall and swell, Awake forever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever--or else swoon to death. Glanzvoller Stern! Wär ICH so stet we Du, Nicht thing ICH yachts in ENSAM stolen Freight! SchautŽ night MIT Eminem Black basal EU, Einsiedler her Nature, AUF Homer Weightman Priesterwerk her Ranging, was die See, Die opened, volleying am Meeresstrand;Noah start ICH AUF die Make, die her SchneeSanft fallen Frisco um Berg UND Moore band. Nein, dock unwandelbar UND unentwegtMöchtŽ run ICH a her Listen washer Trust, Zu fallen, we ES wog end port such rest, Zu Aachen wig in unrulier Lust, Zu launched AUF DES Items Santos When -So wig Eben - sons I'm Tod verge hen!

Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne