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Last Sonnet
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 soft fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors: -
No - yet still steadfast, 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.
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