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[00:03.43]Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art---
[00:13.35]Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
[00:19.37]And watching, with eternal lids apart,
[00:26.65]Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
[00:34.66]The moving waters at their priestlike task
[00:38.60]Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
[00:42.55]Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
[00:46.48]Of snow upon the mountains and the moors---
[00:53.33]No---yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
[01:02.29]Pillowed upon my fair love's ripening breast,
[01:08.68]To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
[01:18.30]Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
[01:30.80]Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
[01:36.97]And so live ever---or else swoon to death.