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, Pillowed 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SCHOOLBOYS IN WINTER by JOHN CLARE THE FAIREST THING IN MORTAL EYES by CHARLES D'ORLEANS DESCRIPTION OF SPRING by HENRY HOWARD THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 31. HER GIFTS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE DAY-DREAM: THE SLEEPING PALACE by ALFRED TENNYSON SONNET: 6 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |