Bright Star

by John Keats (1795-1821) Bright star, were I as stedfast as though art – Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart Like nature’s patient, sleepless Emerite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask OfContinue reading “Bright Star”