Bright Star

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 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 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.

by John Keats

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metal machines of destruction they dont like instructions metal machines of fear our extinction is near metal machines of love and nothing above metal machines of night that come into the light metal machines of power it is their hour metal machines are so cold they are bold metal machines
A masterpiece from a literary genius.
Poetry par excellence.... Congratulation...
The stars convey many messages therefore this is a nice poem from uncountable stars poem thanks
It is my prayer as well: Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art-
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