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Keats, John: The Last Sonnet

Portre of Keats, John

The Last Sonnet (English)

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.

Uploaded byDvorcsák Gábor Imre
PublisherPoetry Foundation
Source of the quotationPoetry Foundation/Archive