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7 hours ago ago from Art And Literature

By: John Keats 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 ...

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