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Bright Star by John Keats Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--- Not in lone1 splendour hung aloft the night And Watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless2 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, Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening3 breast, To feel for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever---or else swoon to death. 灿亮的星 点击 ![]()
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