[00:00.93]Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art—
[00:04.34]Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
[00:07.20]And watching, with eternal lids apart,
[00:09.78]Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
[00:12.76]The moving waters at their priestlike task
[00:15.47]Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
[00:19.01]Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
[00:22.15]Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—
[00:25.41]No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
[00:28.98]Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
[00:32.43]To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
[00:36.80]Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
[00:39.88]Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
[00:44.78]And so live ever—or else swoon to death.
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