Bright Star

by John keats

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 sotf-fallen mask

Of snow upon the mountains and the moors---