Friday, August 29, 2008

Abstract Nº 95



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 priest-like 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,
Pillow'd 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 to death.

John Keats, poem named after the first line.

2 comments:

๑۩۞۩๑♥V♥๑۩۞۩๑ said...

the texture reminds me of the old magical movies...and us usual the quote is so good.

runnerfrog said...

You gave me a new sight of it.

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