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,

Thee, in whose existence in this world Whatever, is, made from life and rules the heart. For, were thou silent once, we would be told Our duty is, for love would not depart.

— Bright Star

• John Keats