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