Poem of the Week

This week's poem is Bright Star by John Keats.  Keats wrote this poem for his betrothed and true love Fanny Brawne.  Their tale is tragic and beautiful, immortalized by their many correspondences as well as Keats gorgeous poems dedicated to Fanny.  I hope you are as moved by this poem as I am.  Enjoy!

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. 

Love, 

- H

P. S. Many of John Keats most famous poems were written between 1818 when he and Fanny met, and his untimely death in 1821.

P.P.S. I want a love like that.  Well, minus the tuberculosis and poverty and dying young parts.