Bright star
would I were steadfast 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 swell and fall
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath
And so live ever or else swoon to death
B.A.P
Best.Absolute.Perfect

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