• Bright star ? a love son­net by John Keats
• Fan­ny Brawne ? Keat­s’s fiancée and muse
• 1819 ? the son­net’s com­po­si­tion
• Keats House ? a muse­um ded­i­cat­ed to the poet, in Hamp­stead

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

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