Bright star, would I were stedfast 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 stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillowed 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 in death.
1819
still to hear her tender taken breath - this is perfection
jamiebonline 3 weeks ago
My favourite poem by Keats - pure and stunning!
TheGirlGuitarPlayer 3 months ago
One of my favourites by Keats. Beautiful reading.
GAIASDREAMER 4 months ago
one of my all time fave poems
virginpoet29 6 months ago
Who's reading the poem?
CAROCHAPT 1 year ago
Beautiful video and beautiful poem thank you!
joye25 1 year ago
gorgeous thank you :)
spillcanvasgirl21 2 years ago
Nice video.
Thanks for uploading.
:)
Regards.
Tito Dutta.
trulytito 2 years ago
Thank you.
HangTheDJ16 2 years ago