If not, I really recommend it.
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. - John Keats
"there is a holiness to the heart's affections; you know nothing of that."
ReplyDeleteWhoosh! thank you for this!
What words has Keats! They bring God to the heart and to the eyes.
That line.. wow! I really like it too when she says, "When I don't hear from him, it's as if I died."
ReplyDeleteLove, isn't it grand. How I wish I could have been Keats love. :D